This is my new mantra, I am no longer looking at pictures or into the eyes of old homeless dogs. The last one I looked at just arrived, and I am in love. My weak spot is their faces, they have the most incredible faces, full of wisdom, hope and the remaining traces of goofy, youthful optimism. Dogs have the most beautiful faces, they wear their souls out front for all to see. SAINTS welcomes Phil, he is the very last dog that will come thru our gate for some time to come. We are beyond full, and it was a stretch making him fit. But some dogs are just so nice and so kind and so accomodating, they can fit in a shared space (unlike Ed who needs a whole world (or a home) unto himself) Phil has a face as moving as Bill or Luke's. He slobbers as much as Tally and Saul, and his lips are as soft to kiss as Jazz's. He has a spirit as forgiving and kind as Moses's. Phil is a saint, he is one amongst many and yet his light shines thru for all to see. Welcome new friend. Thank you Rae, he is a gift.