Not a book, but a puppy! Tim. Three months old, very small, half the size of his big brother. He was very politely and quietly sick in a towel in the car five times on the way home, so he wasn't up to smiling for his picture. He's crapping a lot still, probably nervous and strange, but he slept through the night but for one little burst of crying. Two piles and two puddles waiting for me in the morning. Good job the kitchen floor is what we used to call linoleum but is now known as cushion flooring.
So now I'm off to buy him all the necessaries he needs. Since he might grow quite rapidly I'll buy cheaply and invest in good stuff when he's six months or more. I can see I'm going to have no time for anything for the next few days except looking after Tim!