His name is Buffy (he told me, I swear). He seems to be a Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix. He was a pound puppy rescued from a kill shelter by a good friend of mine in Alabama. Yesterday I drove to Knoxville to pick him up (eight hours down/ten back). She and her hubby drove up from Alabama. He's 4 to 8 months old, and I'm giving him a birthday of 1-1-11, which seems lucky. Which he is. And many many thanks to Bobbye who saved his life, and when he couldn't mix with her other puppies made sure he found someone who loved him as much as she did.
UPDATE: HIS NAME IS BEAU. (BEAUREGARD HEISENBERG.)