We went to the Santa Barbara County animal shelter today just to see who was in residence. No plans, no expectations.
Meet Bingo.

He is a 2-year-old Cairn terrier and the mellowest dog on earth. He was in a room with a bunch of big dogs who were all barking and jumping and being generally obnoxious. He was sitting calmly and sniffing our hands and basically saying "dude, can you believe the crap I put up with here?" in the midst of the chaos.

He was a stray and had obviously been in pretty nasty shape when he arrived at the shelter. He was filthy and had gotten a haircut that consisted of cutting off the nappy spots. As a result he only has one eyebrow and a weird long strand hanging from his tail. We brought him home, took a quick walk and met some neighbors, and gave him a bath. He promptly curled up on the couch and crashed out for a nap.
We've been through several name options including Perry, Mrs. Chanandler Bong, and Smudgie. He was named Bingo by the shelter and it will probably stick.