Traffic was pretty slow (maybe everyone was at the beach, enjoying the nice weather?), so I got to hang out with this little guy for a few hours. 

One of the kennel techs had been fostering him and his two siblings... the two siblings didn't make it, but little Squirt is hanging in there. Even at only three weeks old, he's a fighter. I can tell. He did NOT like me washing his behind in the sink after a potty accident, and voiced his displeasure quite loudly.

But then I wrapped him up back up in his towel and stroked his nose and all was forgiven.

Little cutie, isn't he?