The timing was right yesterday that Danielle and I decided to get a puppy. She had been talking about getting a black lab for more than a year now, but insisted we get it as young as possible to have it through those precious first few weeks. "We'll get it after school ends" became "the day school ends" became "sometime this week" became "today!" after a breeder in the paper had a male, 7 week old black lab ready to go home. The parents were on site and very friendly and healthy looking, so we decided to go ahead with it.
Braylon was shy and scared at first. We took him on walks outside and he followed right with us, but his independence today made us think that yesterday was just because he was scared. Due either to good timing on our part or instincts on his, he's only peed inside the house twice (at night), so that's a 90% successful "outside" rate. Today he ran around much more free from us and played more aggressively when he was in the mood. We think he's just getting more comfortable with his home.
The nights will be difficult. We're already setting alarms for 2:00 and 4:00 to make sure he doesn't eliminate in his cage. So for several weeks I'll not sleep for more than a few hours. Last night he cried a lot, but we may not have introduced him to the crate properly and did not have it sized right, or in the bedroom. We're learning too. And, heck, we took him away from his parents and siblings and put him in a scary new place; I'd yell all night too.
This is going to be a lot of work, but it's work we're eager to do. I will keep updating this with more information and stories as the little guy grows. But right now, it's time for a vigorous play session so he's absolutely exhausted by the time I go to bed.