Bocephus...Our Fuzzy Little Terrorist

So we got a puppy for my dad about a month ago. We were lucky enough to find a good Newfoundland dog breeder here in Utah and we just couldn't pass up the opportunity of getting such a great dog, especially since my dad has almost desperately wanted one for the past ten years. However, it seems like everyone in my family forgot what it's like to have a new puppy. The sharp puppy teeth, their insatiable desire to chew on everything (including my family and I), the house training, and the almost never-ending energy and desire to play. So in the past month, we've ripped out the carpet in the basement, gone through so many paper towels that I suspect that my family alone may be responsible for the destruction of an entire rainforest, and definitely remembered exactly what it's like to have a puppy in the house. As cute as he is (when he's asleep), he really is kind of a monster. He chews on our other dog, he eats an insane amount of puppy food, he cries for a good solid half hour when it's time for him to go to bed, and takes advantage of every opportunity that presents itself for him to pee in the house. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I wanted to get this puppy in the first place but then he takes a five minute break from trying to bite my fingers off and curls up next to me and takes a nap and that gives me just enough time to start to like him again. I just hope we can teach him some manners before he gets too big. At nine weeks old when I brought him home he was 24lbs and now, three weeks later, he is weighing in at 33 lbs. I feel like time is working against me and my attempt to take this fuzzy little terrorist and turn him into a loyal and trustworthy companion. I'm sure I'll post more about him on here over time but I just hope that it will be mostly good things to post about.