Preacher, almost 6 months old. His ears are perfect, that’s a first for us. He’s the easiest Doberman puppy I’ve ever owned, mostly thanks to Rogue bearing the brunt of teething and I think showing him we don’t destroy stuff. He’s a hoarder, gathers all my socks and Ben’s shoes, doesn’t really do anything with them, but likes creating piles of his treasures. He’s a tall gangly teenager testing out his big boy voice. I’m still his protector when Ben’s away but I know he’ll get there. He’s still such a cute snuggly size, this only lasts a minute with his breed.