Through a pouring rain I headed off to the dog rescue house. Learned that the German Shepard I had originally picked out was on his way back. Apparently he was a bit too playful around their 2 year old child. Anyway, as the woman is telling me this, Raven is nudging my hand for an ear rub. <melt>.
Raven was owned by someone in NYC who decided she was allergic to her . Spent a day or two in a NY animal shelter then ended up in rescue.
She's a bit timid, not interested (yet) in the toys I got her. She's met the landlord and did a pretty thorough investigation of the back yard.
Needs a little work on her leash skills but she wanted her ears scratched the entire trip home (one hour with dog hair flying everywhere in the car )

Right now she's investigating the apartment and keeps coming in the check on me and check out her new surroundings. Not sure if I want to keep her name but haven't come up with anything else that seems to fit her (I checked every street sign, business sign and town we drove through for inspiration.)

I think my dog found me