Watson the Westie

 Watson comes home at 9 weeks old. He'd rather climb on top of his kennel than sleep in it.

Apparently Susan's phone also works as a pillow. Or maybe he was expecting a call.

 He loves dragging his rat around, and making sure it's still dead.

 Meeting Uncle Max at 11 weeks old.

 First play date with his new friend Molly at 12 weeks.

 After many hours of playing they learned to relax.

 His first hike, he was a great explorer dog, stayed right beside us the whole time.

 Watson at 16 weeks, starting to look more Westie like.

His happy face, Susan made it home at lunch to feed him.