Well, we’re officially puppy owners. They brought the entire litter (a whopping three) over yesterday afternoon and while Jim had earmarked the grey & white pup, we all fell in love with the smallest tan one instead. He was the most outgoing and is already trained (at 11 weeks) to come running when you whistle. He also hasn’t had an accident yet… we’re pad training him and he’s taken to it really well, so… so far so good in that department. I’d forgotten how much work puppies are though. This one even more so because he weighs less than a pound is is basically the size of a small guinea pig. They said he’d probably top out at 4-5 pounds. Tiny! Anyway, there’s lots of making sure you’re not about to step on him and preventing him from jumping off beds & sofas (the fall would probably break his little puppy neck).

Right now we’re calling him litte no name and/or little dude. Hopefully he’ll have an actual name by day’s end. Hopefully…

Update: We realized this evening that we’d had his name pretty much from the moment he arrived… Dude. Little Dude if you’re nasty… Ha! Dare you to admit you get that reference.

On this day..

• Locked & Loaded. - 2007
• Periodical pining. - 2006