We adopted a 6-year-old Boston Terrier Katrina-refugee named Niles in March! He and Frank hit it off as soon as Niles got off the truck from Alabama, which is great news. I wanted to rename him Dracula or Nosferatu or Wurdulak or Strigoi or Vlad Tepes....I mean his new brother's name is Frankenstein, but he answers to Niles. Carrie renamed him Giles (after the Buffy the Vampire Slayer character and he answers to that, too). He is hilarious and does little dances, complete with donkey kicks, when he's excited! He was pretty thin, had a bum knee, and some food allergies, but now he's filled out, walks and runs without a limp, and one very expensive allergy test later, we know what foods to avoid giving him. When it's time to head home on our walks, Frank grabs Giles' leash in his teeth and drags him up the sidewalk so they can resume brawling inside. He's very very cool, and very very strange. Carrie and I think he hears kazoo music in his head all the time, and also think he's the dog version of "Brick" from the movie, "Anchorman".