Bad phone pictures, mainly because although he was laidback (apparently they just took him for a nice long walk), he kept looking around. He's eleven weeks old, and I bet at least thirty pounds. He's a hefty little thing, and his fur is probably the softest thing I've ever felt. Super sweet and loved giving kisses too. My dad's girlfriend has read up lots on Chows so I think they're prepared well-enough. So +1 for my dad for getting a crate and crate training... and +1 for Dooly because he's hilarious and crawled on his stomach to get to his water dish. He got the water all over himself and the carpet in the process. He went limp right in my arms and since my friend wanted to hold him, it was like lugging a fifty pound weight because he was just still. Pretty sure he was yawning here, he was so tired! No caption necessary... Conclusion, Dooly is adorable (although I did tell Cali she's still my favourite girl ever) and I'm proud, and surprised, at how much preparing my dad did.