Well, I got home a bit late this evening and Kona is sacked out on the kitchen floor. I am reluctant to wake him for today's picture, so instead, here's a comparison shot (with apologies to my son Mitch, who just did the same with some pictures of my granddaughter who's just about the same age). The picture on the left shows Kona on August 20, at just over 8 weeks old. Although we didn't think so at the time, he looks rather sad and lonely and was probably still missing his mother and litter mates. On the right is a picture taken on January 2, in one of the few moments during his outing at the dog park when he was sitting still. A much bigger and happier pup.