That's what DH said when I called for him to come out to the deck before I brought her inside. "Is that a bear cub?" Ummmmm no, it cries and howls like a puppy and has puppy breath. It's a puppy. If she was a boy I would have named her Bear. But I think she's 8 weeks. I can feel that last big puppy molar so she has a full set of teeth and is eating like a young moose. One whole chicken breast and a half a can of dog food. But she's a very good puppy. Set on the sofa with me chewing on my fingers and when I yelped "OUCH" she immediately stopped and cocked her head at me.
Right now she's residing in the bathroom and coming out to visit. Spot and Buck are being their typical "What is THAT?" selves and Spot has tried to nip her on the nose so she's trying to assert her dominance. Buck has never liked puppies so it will be interesting. Georgi has met the cats who sniffed her nose and ran. At least the pup didn't try to eat them so that is a gold star moment.
I asked DH if he wanted to try to find a home for her maybe a neighbor would want her and he gave me a resounding NO! So I'll call the vet tomorrow and get her in for her first check up and shots......I guess the way to look at it is of all the Amish farms and houses around us, they left her in front of ours. God must have planned it that way.