I got a great deal of suggestions from friends and family and bloggers, but in the end I followed my friend Zach's advice: I just held her and looked in her eyes and the name came to me. My dog is now called Ella Samantha. She has my last name, so I can't tell you what that is, but trust me...it has a nice ring to it. Samantha is in honor of her foster mom who has become my partner in crime against the shady dealings of the foster agency.
She doesn't have any idea that's her name...right now, she responds better to "Come here!" But I'll get her used to it.
Let the adventures begin!