Our four-legged family was back to two dogs and the new cat, for a whole week, and things were almost feeling normal again. The cat is still here. Goes outside and always comes back, so we must be doing something right.
But of course normal is not normal in this house. So it didn't last long. This morning the Capt came back from the drydock with a sheepish look on his face and announced he'd brought home "a rescue." I went out to look in his van and there was a miniature version of Chiquito: a miniature Dachsund (appears to be purebred), also male (what are the chances of THAT coincidence?), about a year old. A worker gave him to the Capt, said he couldn't keep him anymore. He's only 19" long (plus the tail) and about 10 lbs. His name is Chaco and he likes laps.
*Perro is Spanish for dog