This is nothing but a bunch of squishy, delicious puppy pictures.
For context on who this little one is and where he came from, you can get the full story in my column today for The New York Times. Then you can wallow in some more fuzzy goodness here:
Looks like it might take some time for them to become friends.
If Russian spies wanted to kill me, all they’d have to do is send in a spy-assassin-puppy.
There’s some yellow lab in there, but other than that, who knows? We’re going with “blended heritage.”
If you really want to go nuts with puppy goodness, the article at the NYT has video, too.
Oh, and I just want to holler some thanks at the good folks at the shelter and animal hospital where Woodstock lived before we met him. They took mighty good care of the little guy, and we’re glad.