Meet the Newest Coziahr!

Yesterday was a big day for the Coziahr household. We got ourselves a new baby!

Meet Turing, our 9 week old Boston Terrier puppy. For those geeks in the know, yes, he's named for Alan Turing, the computer scientist. Because Tobin is the biggest geek ever. EVER. It's a good name, though. And he's learning it already.

We drove up to Tuolomne county yesterday, to Sonora in the Sierra foothills, to pick him up from a breeder there. We were nervous about the drive home with him -- it's 2 1/2 hours, and with a tiny puppy, who knows what could happen? He could get carsick and puke, whine and cry the whole way, poop all over my car. It could have been so ugly, smelly and squishy. But no. Our little man was perfect. He crawled around my lap for a bit and wanted to play and lick my face and look out the window.

But in about 20 minutes, he went from 60 mph-0 in two seconds flat, and crashed out asleep.

He slept the whole way home. THE WHOLE WAY. Two and a half hours, zonked out.

We got him home and were a bit nervous that he'd be freaked out. I mean, his whole world just changed in a matter of hours (hours which he had slept through) and it would be completely understandable if he wanted us to turn around and take him back where he came from.

We took him to his little poop spot that we'd designated for him (maybe TMI, but it was pretty damn exciting, for a 9 week old puppy), he went right away like a little hero. We took him inside and put him down, following him closely and calling him to follow us in turn (like the Monks of New Skete suggested. Ultra-mega love that book, BTW) and he took it all in stride.

He decided his mini-tennis ball was his favorite toy, and we played fetch for quite a long time before he tuckered himself out.

He's seriously so awesome. Such a sweet personality -- totally loving, follows us everywhere. He runs over when we call his new name, and is keeping up with his housebreaking pretty well already. We've had a couple of minor "accidents," but last night he was a perfect sleeping angel. He slept in his crate almost the whole night, right next to the bed, whined to go out at 4 and then zonked back out again until 6! And that was just 'cause he had to go out again. If I'd wanted to, I bet I could have put him back in his crate for another hour or so.

One part of the family still isn't too sure about the new addition:

Killer and Hobo have both been hanging back, peaking at the puppy from outside windows and behind the safety of tables and chairs in the house. No one's scratched or bitten yet, though Hobo hissed a little, but I have high hopes. They just need some time to realize how awesome little Turing is.