Frito

Frito, because he's the color of an overcooked corn chip. He's snoring at the foot of the bed while I write this. He came to us in March - spring break week - in 2005.  We determined he was between 4-6 weeks old because the umbilical cord mark was still fresh on his belly. He was left by his mama at the end of the house. Roy ran the mama off not knowing she had a baby with her.
Roy called me at work and said he was really cute and he was hoping that we could keep him. Just what we needed another dog.  The vet said maybe Pit Bull.  I was worried, I didn't want a Pit Bull with a baby in the house.It was touch and go for about four months. 
I searched the internet for pictures of puppies that he resembled. Luckily, the resemblence to the Pit Bull was short lived and he's turned into a beautiful Rhodesian Ridgeback - or worthless hound dog - depending on the day.
He has a ferocious appetite, will only fetch if there's a treat waiting for him upon his return, thinks the bed is his and we are intruding on his space, and goes crazy when you drive up the driveway. He really has been a wonderful addition to the family.