Somehow, I wound up getting another dog. She belonged to one of my coworker's sons, who just wasn't taking care of her. She was constantly bored and chewing things up in the house. She escaped from their backyard twice. The first time, she was recovered by an old lady two miles away. The pound got her the second time, who required $300 "bail."
She's a good dog, though. Tasi's 11 months old. Her name means "ocean" in Chamorro, the native language of Guam. That's where her previous owners are from. She doesn't chew on anything she's not supposed to as long as she gets some exercise. She's still not entirely housebroken, but we'll get there eventually.
I happened to bring Tasi home on Skippy's fourth birthday. She was not so sure about this birthday present.
...at first, anyways. They get along really well now.