"Hey now, I live in an apartment. I can use Balty's excuse." She suddenly looks a bit sheepish. "An', uh... That guy actually ended up crawlin' back. Now don't get me wrong, not like I just took him back like that. Beat him up a bit first an' we had some words, but, um... With Wylie an' then this guy right here," she has reached in between the bars to scratch the dog's ears, "I'd say I've reached my quota fer taking in strays."