people told me puppies are like babies...

and they kind of are. 

...except that babies come with one very critical added bonus. 

diapers.  

i never ONCE wondered if anth or benny might poop on the floor when they were 12 weeks old. 

for several reasons. 

one, i knew they were wherever i put them. 

two, because tiny humans are not mobile. 

(this is kind of an awesome design.)

three, THEY. WORE. DIAPERS. 

this being said, I haven't managed to find much time to post about the latest addition to the Savvy clan. 

this was last Friday, the day we picked up Rocky.

this photo was taken at the vet's office in their Pup in a Cup prop. 

no, he's not THAT tiny. 

and this was little man getting cozy in his bed. 

that i didn't even have to TRY to introduce to him. 

he just saw it and assumed. 

the boys. 

so. many. boys. 

he still looked a little anxious on day 1. things have settled in a bit now. 

a bit. 

ben likes him best when he is sleeping. 

and, of course, we chose a dog that doesn't do well in extremely cold (or hot) weather. 

during the worst winter in some time. 

so, this is his vest. 

sometimes just the idea of taking it on and off is exhausting to him. 

yep. 

that's a darth vader nametag. 

because, again, boys. 

he basically has the entire first floor at his disposal while we are able to be with him. 

but this. 

this 4-inch floor-to-ceiling spot?

clearly the place to be. 

also. 

this is what "productivity" currently looks like for me. 

"productivity" has morphed and shifted and been reinvented many times for me since anth entered the scene in April of 2005, so this is just a new iteration. 

i kind of wish i had a similar photo of benny or anth splayed across my lap like this, but I didn't actually do that. 

i promise. 

(perhaps because i didn't think of it.)

full disclosure: THIS is how I managed to write this post. 

thanks, anth. 

wish us, or Rocky, luck!

someone is going to need it. . .