How did I get a pup into the US, you may wonder? Well, we got papers for her from a local vet, and the volunteers outfitted me with puppy food, a tapestry carry-on bag that she would fit into, small dishes, and paper towels. She was so debilitated that she sat quietly for my entire flight, under the seat in front of me, without making a sound. Continental didn't know I had a dog with me. I passed through customs without difficulty when I explained what I had been doing in Baja and when I showed the agent my paperwork. It was surprisingly easy.

Here she is on the bathroom floor of my parents' house. She was so skinny when she arrived, with a big belly full of worms.

Two days later up in Ithaca, still skinny but eating a ton.

Ember quickly outgrew my mother's sock so we sacrificed one of Andrew's. She's so stylish. In a week she had outgrown this one too.

This picture shows Ember after two weeks of eating all she can. She's 11 pounds, up from 7 pounds when we got her. She can still stand to put more fat over those ribs. So how are we dealing with having a new puppy? We're not... the plan all along was to find a home for her.