Well, here he is. We're still thinking of a name for him. He's eleven weeks old and has some big paws, wide chest and head. He was not happy in his dog crate last night. After listening to the whining and yipping and putting him out in the garage, we found he was much happier (and quieter) sleeping on the floor next to Stan. Ozzie is letting him know the boundaries. And I have a new companion under foot constantly. The cats have not come out of hiding yet. He was smart enough to stay away from the geese this morning too.