Today we drove a 100 miles one way to go pick up our new little fur kid.
He is an 8 week old male cairn terrier, a red brindle in color. Right now he is sacked out in his crate and dreaming puppy dreams. He is totally precious and a real love.
Here he is taking his first steps in his own front yard.

He's very young and very small so all he does is eat, poop, pee, and play, not necessarily in that order.
Here is Daddy and his little son.

We still need a name. We're thinking about: Hamish, Robby, Sean, Seamish, Rory, but none seem quite right. Any suggestions?
Sunday Morning:
We made it through the night. He slept in his crate by my bed from 11:00 to 3:44 a.m. when he started whimpering very quietly. I put my hand down beside him and he went back to sleep until 7:00. We gave up and got up. He has had breakfast, been outside in the BIG backyard and is back inside playing again. All is well.
More pictures and updates soon...
Here are some more...
Rory faces the front. Held by Mommy.

Rory faces left.

Rory shows us a quarter profile. Irresistible.

Rory sound asleep.

Rory discovers Daddy's best sock.

Hope you liked these. I'll wait now until he actually changes a bit. :-)