So this happened a few weeks ago. Meet Griff. He is a Wired Haired Pointing Griffon, and you have to say Griffon with a Frenchie type of accent, holding out the 'on' part. He has graced the internets of Instagram, but has yet to make an appearance here. This guy has already gotten bigger these past two weeks and has caught on quickly to house training and knows 1 command. SIT! Of course, "SIT" means that he gets fed. He is smart and very playful, stealing gloves and mittens that are drying by the wood stove, or the boots by the front door. He is especially into my Sorel boots with the nice fur on top - now it looks like wet matted cat hair. Speaking of cats, there still is Mooch, our resident barn cat, turned house cat, turned 'kicked-out-of-the-house-cause-the-dog-cost-more' cat, but now it's cold again cat, so he's a 'in-the-house-at-night' cat.... they tend to stare a lot at each other, with Mooch hissing and Griff trying to bound towards him. Griff is definitely in the nippy stage, getting the boys behind the arms right in the tender spot. I am really working with the boys on playing quietly with Griff, teaching him games of fetch more than the typical, fun games of tug 'o' war. Its tough. I do admit, day three I was ready to call the breeder and send him back! Its like having a toddler who is into EVERYTHING! My boys weren't really that exploratory, so with Griff, I'm constantly following behind him 'No, dont chew that.... No, not the controller..... No, drop, drop, drop, drop, DROP..... DROOOOOOPPPPPP.... Geeze, don't eat that....' and on and on and on, including any and every type of grunt and guttural sound I can muster to get him to stop whatever he is doing. I definitely get tired of my own voice and welcome the moments I can grab when he is sleeping. We have learned quickly though that a tired puppy is a happy momma!