He’s 11 weeks old, weighs 25 lbs., and is 15 inches high at the shoulder. His mommy is a beautiful Boxer mix with the sweetest face and disposition I’ve ever seen in a dog. We have no idea who his daddy is. We’re pretty sure there’s some St. Bernard in there somewhere but we aren’t sure how much . . . and we’re not sure what else he’s mixed with. Mommy was dropped off at the shelter very pregnant and delivered 13 puppies within days after her arrival.
He has Hubby and Luci wrapped around his little paw. He is a cute little guy – aren’t all puppies that age cute? – and he’s certainly brought a lot of excitement into the house the last couple of days. I’m not saying that I don’t like him . . . I’m just saying that it might be a little too early for me to give my heart over to him. Every day my heart heals more over the loss of Blacky and there’s more room for Rocky.
He snores louder than Luci. He would rather eat Luci’s big dog food than his puppy chow. Luci would rather eat his puppy chow instead of her big dog food. But when she was a puppy I couldn’t get her to eat the puppy chow to save my life. Just yesterday we heard him growl and bark for the first time. If his growl and bark is this loud at 11 weeks, I can’t wait to hear what it is when he’s full grown. He gets hiccups after eating. We’re doing okay on the potty training issue, although he’s not too confident in his ability to go down the stairs on the deck and has gone potty on the deck if we aren’t there to help him. At least he’s not making messes in the house.
He loves Luci and Luci seems to love him. They chase each other through the house and in the yard. He steals toys from her, she steals them back. When they get tired they sleep together on the same doggie bed. He’s not happy unless he’s touching her. She seems very happy to have him there next to her. There are times when I can tell that she’s wondering where Blacky is, but she’s not as lost as she was right after Blacky died. There are still moments when she’ll sit on the deck or under the pine tree by herself, but mostly she’s right there next to Rocky. If she’s out of his sight for too long, he’ll sit at my feet and whine at me to help him find her.
We’re trying to crate train him, but he isn’t having any part of it. Every time we put him in the crate, he whines and howls at the top of his lungs until we let him out. Hubby is a softer touch than I am with this. Hubby lets him out every time. Since Hubby is the one responsible for the 3 a.m. potty breaks, I have no problem with that.
The cat isn’t too sure about the latest addition to the family. Fluff will sneak into the house at night when he knows that the dogs aren’t around and then sneak back out in the morning. Yes, I know it’s strange to have a boy cat named Fluff. All I can say is that neither Hubby or I named the cat. He came to us a year or so ago with that name and we didn’t see any reason to change it.
So there you have it . . . all the details of the newest addition to the Big Dog Family. If you thought the Blacky and Luci stories were something, wait for the Luci and Rocky stories. Fasten your seatbelts. I think we’re in for a fun ride.