I’ve got nothing very worthwhile currently brewing in the ol’ noggin (the mystery pain in my side is completely gone; many thanks to everyone who expressed concern and offered ideas about what it might have been), so allow me to amuse you with puppy tidbits.
Scout (or Scoutimus, as we sometimes call her . . . or Rowdy Scouty . . .) has now tripled her weight in the seven weeks we’ve had her. When we brought her home, she was just over 8 pounds; today at the vet’s office she tipped the scales at 24 and a half pounds. She’s nearly as big as Finn now (he weighs about 26 pounds).
Ahh, they grow up so quickly, those young ‘uns, don’t they?
She’s affectionate and playful and seems to dig us as much as we dig her. She’s also pretty darn smart – she’s catching onto basic commands pretty quickly – although stubborn, too.
We don’t quite have the housebreaking thing behind us, but progress is being made. At least some days I think so. Other days, not so much. I’m looking forward to the time when it suddenly clicks for her that “Thou shalt not piddle or take a dumpeth in thy house.”
Anyway, she’s great :)