Harley's Little Brother

"Surprise!"

"What!? That's not mine... really?!"

:) 

My dad's birthday is Christmas eve, and as such it's been his life long burden to endure the "double-gifting" or the "combination present" of b-day and christmas.

So this time, much to the despair of my bank account, we got him a pure bred brother for Harley.

While the name is still yet to be determined, the little guy is so black is mesmerizing. It's almost as if he's just a hole in space. The eyes are coal, the fur doesn't reflect. 

Of course, Harley and The little puppy have taken about sowing an endless path of destruction. He's small, but he doesn't back down. They've been tumbling, tugging, tearing, and of course peeing everywhere.

One madly swinging tail was bad enough. Not with two, things are breaking at a near world record pace.

:) It's great.