She's a little, tiny, eight-week-old Shi Tzu.
No, I have no idea why. I just did.
Well, that's not entirely true...it has a lot to do with the quest to "fix" OG and that whole lack of empathy thing. True to form, she bitched all the way to Del Valle about how she did not want a dog and would not even look at any dogs, to the point that I said "OK, fine, we'll just tell her no when we get there." Of course, when we saw the trio of nummy little munchkins that the lady had, OG was beside herself with joy, albeit mixed with a little anxiety that I had maybe taken her seriously on the way over.
I am so screwed. We have a goddamned dog.