This is my dog. Her name is Cigarette.
For the new people, her name is Cigarette because when I was a kid we had a dog of that name. Which we had because when my father was a kid, he got to name a puppy from the litter of a dog that belonged to a friend of the family. He had just seen the film version of Ouida's UNDER TWO FLAGS. Cigarette is a camp follower and the romantic heroine. In the film, she is played by Claudette Colbert.
...you can see how that might leave a powerful impression on a young man.
At any rate, the previous two Cigarettes were pit bulls, so when I found an astoundingly skinny and slightly beaten-up pit bull in the middle of a rural stretch of county road, I knew exactly what to name her.
LOOK AT HER EYES. LOOK AT THEM!
Like all pit bulls, she is an ambitious eater:
Picture it: we're in the woods walking along when she disappears into the brush. Silence. I call her. Nothing. And then she bursts out with *a deer's thoracic cage in her mouth.*
She disarticulated it over time. The picture's from after she'd been working on it for a few walks.
And in conclusion:
She went to live with my Mom for a little while (where she is bringing puppy energy into the house, and tagging enthusiastically after Ma's standard poodle). But it is starting to look like she's going to come home to me! This will be quite nice.
Hmm. Perhaps I should make an OH JOHN RINGO NO shirt for pets.