Meet Eva, a new resident in our pet-filled apartment in Atlanta, and 2 year-old Dachshund mix we picked up from the Atlanta Humane Society.  Eva doesn’t seem to quite fit in here; she doesn’t need to be caged to prevent escape, seems to respond to vocalizations (including stating her name), and doesn’t have cold, calculated eyes.  I guess I can handle it… she’s far more cuddly than corn snakes or even painted turtles, and she doesn’t require another heat lamp.