Our little bundle of joy arrived yesterday, and after much discussion we decided that Prosciutto just didn't suit him well enough. We agreed that Rocco felt much better, and had the requisite two syllables that a dog name seems to require. It also suits the boyfriend's Madonna obsession.
He took to his crate right away, and is possibly the most gentle, snuggly little beast I have ever met. He doesn't chew, or bark, or jump, or beg. He's easy on the leash and loves to walk around making immediate friends with everyone who stops to admire him. He slept in our bed last night and never made a peep. In other words, we just won the puppy lottery. More schmaltzy dog-blogging TK!