Spike

Remember a few weeks ago we had to return Sparkle to the animal shelter because her nose kept making her run away, and she turned out to be not so house broken, and I said that we really just needed the perfect dog, one that I wouldn't have to train to do anything at all?

Well, somehow this happened:
We named him Spike. That was Wayne's idea.
He's 8 weeks old, and at 8 lbs he is the runt of the litter. He looks bigger in these pictures than he actually is. Trust me, he's quite small. His brothers and sisters all weigh in at around 12 lbs right now. I always think the runt ends up making the best pet. Even though we didn't know Hogan as a puppy and he weighed 98 lbs. as an adult, I always suspected that he may have started out as the runt. Anyway, Spike is part German Shepherd (so smart) and part Lab (so sweet) so I'm not expecting him to stay too small for too long.

He was exhausted from all the attention he received today. He's used to sleeping in a pile of puppies so whenever someone sits on the floor he snuggles into their legs and starts to fall asleep.

I always have a new baby when the previous child is around 2 and 1/2. So I guess he's it this time.