He is a Boston Terrier, and full of beans. He's been at home for about two hours now, and other than plotting his revenge at that evil dog glaring at him through the fireplace glass, he hasn't stopped running.
We haven't yet totally nailed down a name for him, but are debating between Dobby, Gizmo, and Spritzer. Fully grown he will be about the size of a large cat.
Here's my new buddy...
Me an my pal
Him plotting his revenge
































