We have a new addition in my house.... a smelly, poopy, cicada eating, furry, barking, beautiful puppy. He's Griffin and he's wonderful (outside of the fact that he wakes me up early in the morning). In this picture, he's 10 weeks old and hanging over the shoulder of our youngest child. He would have been with us a month already, charming everyone but the teenager, who's a teenager in the most real sense of the word, so you know how hard it would be for a puppy to capture his attention.
Besides him, all are madly in love with this little guy - which I think is really interesting. He's very much like a baby. He eats, sleeps and ... well, goes to the bathroom. At 12 weeks, he's seemingly a toddler, getting into things he shouldn't and wanting to play ad nauseum. And yet, we all coo over him, babbling baby talk and admiring every move he makes (well, look at him! What's not to love?). Even our older dog, Buster, loves him. And for a crusty old dog like Buster, that's saying something.
He's going to be interesting to watch grow (rapidly). As long as we can house train him and teach him to "come" when called (he already "sits" and "gives paw" -- isn't he so smart?), he's a keeper.