We went and picked up our puppy from Connecticut today. He is actually pretty fabulous, since he is calm, friendly and fearless- pretty much a perfect temperament I think. He thinks kids are great. I can't believe how much extra skin he has. And the velvetty hound ears... Anyway, all I have is some really crappy phone pictures, but it's better than nothing. This one isn't mine-taken by the breeder, but OK to post. Several from the car trip home. He was calm and cooperative, but threw up about six times. I was all good, we brought a big stack of towels And here he is at home with Will on the sofa, after they wrestled and totally messed up the cover on the rec room sofa. I know these leave a lot to be deisred, quality wise, but I thought they were better than nothing. He is to be named Happy Jack Hollow Garnett, a mouthful for twenty pounds of nine week old pup if ever there was one. You see, my husband had an Uncle Fred, who Uncle Fred was named after, and he had a brother, who was kind of a bad boy- his name was Garnett. So this is Garnett, Uncle Fred's bad boy brother.