I had a meeting today with a new client, and while we were making the requisite small talk she told me about a small dog she was trying to find a home for at a shelter here in the OC. Apparently she couldn't take the dog in herself, but she'd fallen in love with him and didn't want him to live at a shelter forever (fortunately for said dog, it was a no-kill shelter).
So, that's how I ended up going to an animal shelter on my lunch break with Lucy and finding her a companion. Valarnet, Colin. I think he's part papillon, part derp. He's a bit on the senior side, hence his cataracts, but since I have the means to make his twilight years comfortable, I'm going to do so.
... belatedly, I hope Scud doesn't mind another housemate.