I've been waiting on this (not-so) little guy since December. His name is Marlowe, he's a show-quality Curly Coated Retriever, and he's 9 weeks old today. He's going to be a monster: when the vet weighed him on Monday, he was already 17 lbs.

He's an absolute doll; he knows his name already, is working on sit and down, and has only tried to pee in the house once since I brought him home on Saturday. This morning, he got tired after we'd been playing for a while, so he trotted off to the bedroom and went into his crate all by himself. Such a good boy!

Thanks for looking! I'm so much in love with him!