Last summer, my hubbie and I adopted a dog. She was a 16 week old lab mix, and she's been spoiled rotten ever since! Neither my husband nor I want another dog permanently, but there's such a huge stray population in our area that we decided to give fostering a dog a whirl. A whirl it has been! Saturday, we picked up our first foster dog--an 8 week old puppy. Let me mention again that we got our dog at 16 weeks...when she was already house broken. I had no idea how much work went into crate training and potty training a puppy! At night we are getting up every 3 hours to let him out and during the day we have to watch him constantly to make sure he doesn't tinkle in the house (thank goodness for hardwood floors!). He's got super hero powers, though, because after all that work, he gives you one little look with those puppy eyes, and it all seems worth it! He's going to be a great dog for someone someday. Just look at him!