So...Panzer is not a tank.

Who knew? I learned this the hard way. On Friday mom, dad and the BP left with some towels and stuff and said they'd be back.

Hours later they did come back. I kept listening to hear tank noises, but didn't. I walked in and found this:

Umm..you is not what I was expecting. 

Turns out Panzer is actually my new puppy brother! What the what?!?! It's all starting to make sense now.

You seem to be more fun than a tank.

Panzer is an 8 week old sable German Shepherd puppy!

Mom says he will be a bit bigger than me, but I'm like no way! He's all knees and elbows!

Panzer, this do be our yard. You poo here.

Mom and dad said it's my job to help raise this little puff ball into a proper GSD.

I may have been caught giving him slobbers...

So far he has done quite well with the poop and peeing outside thing.

The kitties are not as impressed.

He's even tried to make friends with the kitties. Winston is all "whateves" and Mia does her "WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME!" stare of disdain. So, normal kitty behavior.

Maybe he is part bat?

He's fun, we has played tug and stuff this weekend, but I tell you that puppy do sleep a lot!

Big sister work is  tiring.

Well, I may have taken a nap as well...

If only there was a Christmas tree in the back, we'd have our cards done!

So far we do think this little guy is a perfect fit. The BP does love him too. We'll see how this adventure goes! So Bloggie friends, meet Panzer!