Although certian experts suggested that Joy was a impulse adoption, gave off a bad vibe, and was mostly likely a chow *gasp*, she seems to be proving all that hype pleasantly wrong. I either had some wicked good luck or a benevolent angel helping out with my critter pick on this gal. I just taught her to shake, which tallies up to TWO tricks if you count sit (clearly Joy is a genius AND I'm a progedy of a dog trainer). As long as I'm capitalizing on her talents, I should teach her to fart on command. Don't know what's the deal, but we've got some chronic pollution troubles.

Joy!