That this sad little guy is now a foster at my house.  He is as yet unnamed but I'm working on it.  He was very scared at the shelter and out of time but he's quite confident here. He's already started playing with toys and, after a few "discussions" is getting along carefully with my four rambunctious crew.  He is about the size of the Peanut one and I think about 4 years old.  They had a good rousing game of high speed chase outside earlier.  So far no signs of marking, he seems to be potty trained and crate trained and loves people.  I can't for the life of me figure out why you would not search to the ends of the earth if a boy this nice got lost.  I know I would have were he mine!  More pictures later - my camera battery is dead so I only have the shelter picture right now.