I haven't been able to get many pictures of him. Either one of the kids is blocking the view or one of the dogs. Or he just plain moves on me. He is so darn cute and while he understands what he is suppose to do outside he does not get he is suppose to wait until he is outside. The only good thing about that is everything is little about him.

He still is sleeping quite well at night. His little crate is in our room and although he will fuss a little he stops very quickly.

As to how I got him, we were at a flea market and even though I am pretty sure he came from a puppy mill or back yard breeder, I couldn't resist. He was the last of his litter of four and I simply could not stop myself. And those of you that want tell me how wrong that was, I know all the arguments and all the whys why I should not have gotten him. But I looked into his eyes and all that went out the window. I know I will take as good as or better care of him than anyone else who might have bought him. The vet says he can overcome his bad start in life by a good home that offers him good nutrition and good care and I will give him that. All my others have been rescues and while I don't regret that I often wish I knew them when they were baby puppies and what they looked like. I didn't buy him right away, I walked around the rest of the flea market and then later went back to get him. And I am not sorry I did.