When we got home from our St. George trip, we met Cassie, the foster dog that daddy picked up while we were gone.
The girls loved her instantly


and, maybe more importantly, Mo loves having her as a companion.
Rylee insists that they are husband and wife.

She was a good fit so we adopted her. Her name, however didn't work out so well since Uncle Colin's girlfriend of 4 years is also named Cassie! Rylee wanted to name her "Fancier" (she also wanted to change Mo's name to "Jellier." Don't ask, I don't have an answer.) We vetoed that one, so instead of Fancier, we changed her name to Lady. Cassie's response when I told her was "Oh good, now I won't think Quinn is yelling at me when he's scolding the dog!"
We're about 50/50 right now with remembering to call her Lady. And if we really need her attention, she's still "Cassie"...she doesn't quite know her new name yet.
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