Good thing they didn't name him Uno...

You just never know what might hit you. On Tuesday last week my heart was stolen. His name is Dre.

Well, at the time his name was Tre, but it seemed kind of silly to have a three legged dog named Tre. He was named that before they had to amputate is leg (last Thursday.) He had been rescued by the sister of Mariah's new vet. She found him at a very poor shelter in Youngstown minutes before being euthenized. He'd been abandoned by his family then was hit by a car, apparently. The doctor here tried to save his leg, but couldn't. Honestly, he seems much happier now without that painful leg. He was just dragging it around anyway. I can't begin to tell you how wonderful this guy is. Sweet, gentle, playful at times. He'll just melt you.