
Dory is a Welsh Corgi cross that I adopted from an animal shelter when she was six months old. I was ten at the time and had composed an enormous list of properties that my ideal dog should have; the smiling face in one of the last kennel runs had every one. Dory was named in the car on the way home from the pound, by which time I'd already expressed my adoration for this adorable creature.

Still young and tubular.
Dory
showing her "tough" side...
Dory hanging out with me at Valley of
Fire...

...and with Mike on the Caltech campus.

