We weighed her last night on the bathroom scale, which is notoriously inaccurate--earlier this week it told me that I had lost five pounds overnight, and much as I wanted to believe it, I knew enough to shove it back into the corner and pull it out later, only to find that I had actually gained 1/2 pound.
I held her squirming warm furry body in my arms and stepped on the scale, noted the weight, then stepped off, handed her to Doug and stepped back on. The difference was 13.5 pounds. Assuming she was born right around Jan. 31, she is now 11 weeks old. So how big will she get?
I've been looking on the Web for some kind of guidance, and found a weight calculator that said she will be 30 pounds at adulthood. But that seems too small; I think she'll be closer to 40 or a little more. Then I found another site that gave me this formula:
2. Take the weight of your medium to large mixed-breed puppy at 14 weeks and multiple it by 2. Halve the weight of your puppy at 14 weeks and add it to the total of the weight at 14 weeks multiplied by 2. For example, if your puppy weighs 20 pounds at 14 weeks multiple 20 by 2 to get 40 pounds. Add 10 pounds (1/2 of 20) to the 40 pounds. Your puppy's adult weight will be about 50 pounds.
(adult weightmedium/large breed= weight @ 14 weeks X 2.5)
But my brain went dead, plus she's not yet 14 weeks, and so I figure the best thing to do is just wait until she's grown up and weigh her then. (But judging by that formula, I think I'm probably right that she'll be in the 40s--I don't think she'll be 20 pounds by the time she's 14 weeks. That would be a lot of weight to put on in less than a month. And while I could do it easily, I am an overachiever and Rosie is not.)
Housebreaking has stalled out. She takes forever to pee and poop in the yard, and when she finally does and I praise her lavishly it startles her and she stops in mid-stream. (Ah, youth.) This morning she did her business--all of it, I thought--in the yard, and then I brought her in the house and she did it again, for good measure, in the front hallway and on the stair landing.
Riley is in despair. What kind of self-respecting dog craps on the rug? he rages. But he also kind of likes her. He has this special bark now that he makes when he's standing on the back porch staring in. It took me a while to figure out what it means. It doesn't mean "Let me in," and it doesn't mean "strangers in the alley." It means, "Can Rosie come out and play?"