Today, at long last, we brought home our new Golden Retriever puppy. Dear readers, meet Mr. Darcy.
Younger Daughter and I went to fetch him this morning. He was a trooper on the drive home, snugging up to her in the back seat of the car.
Once home, of course, he enchanted everyone with his sheer cuteness.
I tried taking him out to the garden with me, but it was beastly hot and there wasn't much shade for him, so that didn't last long.
Here he's seeing the chickens for the first time. Lesson #1: No chasing the chickens! Okay, maybe "no peeing in the house" is Lesson #1....
We've been trotting him out into the yard every 15 or 20 minutes to do his business. So far no indoor accidents.
It's a big wide new world for little Darcy, but he seems to be getting the hang of things.
He alternated bouts of playing with bouts of napping, of course. After all, he's still a baby.
With baby feet.
And a seriously adorable face!
Mr. Darcy is the first of our soon-to-be two canine companions. He's in for a long and happy life with us, God willing.