When I was back in Effingham I tried several times to convince the pastor to let me get a dog, but he refused. He insisted one dog in the house - Molly, his German Shepherd, was enough.
He may have been right.
Besides, the house-keeper jokingly threatened to quit if she had to clean up any more dog hair.
At the time I said I would name my dog Chiara and call her Chi-Chi for short maybe. (If the dog was a male I was going to call him Aethelred, but didn't really like Red for short, and I didn't quite know what else to shorten the name to.)
Yesterday morning my accountant called to tell me my taxes were finished and that I could come by and sign the forms or they could mailed them to me. Not feeling comfortable trusting the postal service with such documents and so little time, I returned to Effingham to complete the business.
Since I was in town one of my former soccer players told me I should look at the two puppies he had left that were up for adoption. One of the puppies is a boy and the other a girl. Here I am with the girl:
As you can see, she is very cute, is almost house-broken and already fetches. And her name is Claire. Chiara is Italian for Claire.
I think she'll soon be moving to Virden, once a few details are arranged.