Before anyone gets too nervous, we did not, in fact, add a third dog to our pack. Nope, this little cutie is my parents’ new pup. He was a birthday present to my mom, and he shares a birthday with Carrie. He doesn’t have a name yet, despite Carrie’s insistence that he should be called “Shaggy”, “Mickey” or “Carolyn”. His eyes aren’t really blue, but he moves too quickly to take non-flash pictures of him, and red-eye in young puppies is really blue-eye for some reason. (If you want to drool over adorable little puppies, go check out the other litters this breeder has available. Sigh. Those chocolate labs melt my heart, but we have a full doggy quota at the moment!)
Carrie is already learning the important eight-week-old puppy commands: “chew this!”, “no bite!” and “sit!”