This is Ramona. Amy and I decided she looks like a Ramona, the little whatever-kid on the block, full of mischief and okay with who she is. (I always like the Beezus and Ramona books, too.) Amy made her and brought her to my office when she was on her way home from Little Rock the other day. Ramona had quite a long ride but didn't complain, and here she is going to her new home to sit on a bookshelf overseeing the den, Oscar's kennel and the back yard, while listening to WRVR all day, which I leave on for Oscar.