Talk about my new dog? Oh, if you insist.

This photo is not doctored or staged.
Foxie Doxie and Lil' Frankfurter are exhausted after a bit of a toy orgy.

And, yes, if you look closely, you'll see that Frankfurter's favorite toy is ... an envelope. He steals things.

Frankfurter is also exhausted after chewing the velvet off a throw pillow, chewing up his food dish, and stealing my pajamas and dragging them out into the hallway. You know, as an interior design element.

I think our new packmate is a bit more of a puppy than we had originally anticipated. And, in a bit of a coup, my parents are welcoming us to their home this weekend. They're really dog people if they just laugh about me showing up with a dog I've known for four whole days. Suckas.

The thing about Frankfurter is that he is very engaged, and he just is who he is. Dogs never worry about their subconscious, or who they want to be, or who they think they should be. There's not a big market for canine psychoanalysis.

Dogs get reprimanded for, oh, say, eating part of a squeaky toy. And then they just totally move on to more important things, like barking at the dryer. Or, falling asleep so they have the energy to stay up barking for several hours at night.

Cesar Milan says that dogs live in the moment, and it's very true. It's a good lesson, and being around a new-to-me dog makes it even more obvious.