Christie brought home a small white, dog named Lily. But I find comfort in the secret knowledge that this is not a tiny, annoying, lap dog.... but a Yeti Hatchling. In a few months she'll take her first awkward steps on her back legs.... then she'll probably start growing her claws... before you know it I'll be training her to be my personal killing machine. I'll have to teach her to hunt and fend for herself. They don't exactly sale human hearts at the grocery store after all. Eventually she'll grow too surly and unmanageable and we'll have to fly her to Siberia and find her a snow cave to live in. That's going to be a sad day.