Okay. I expected that feeding a dog as big as this one was going to cost me money. I expected to have to walk him and play with him and all that stuff. I didn't mind that. I still don't mind that.

He's cute. In a big, completely oblivious manner.

What I wasn't expecting -- although I really should have now that I think about it -- was for him to be barking at night and keeping me up. He's so docile during the day so I wasn't really expecting him to bark at night. I'm hoping it's just him adjusting to a new house. Because really, I appreciate my sleep too much. If he wants to bark I'd prefer he do it in the day.

Maybe he's scared of the dark? Can dogs even be scared of the dark?


Oh and I named him Nietzsche. Niet for short.