"When you adopt a dog from a shelter do you pick them or do they pick you?" Vivian asked. "Probably a little of both," I answered. When I adopted Nola he was one of a litter of pomeranians. He was the first to run over to me and he immediately plopped his puppy body in my lap. A few days later I took him home. I put him on the passenger's seat, but he decided my lap was where he would reside during this, and all future, car rides. He rested his little head on my knee and didn