Riley says it's all well-deserved--too mild!, he says; don't be fooled!--but Rosie says it's not fair; she's not even 12 weeks old yet, she should not be blamed so harshly, and she's trying her very hardest to be good.
And to prove it, this morning she was perfect. No biting, no Wolverine Mode, no soiling the house, a very nice walk, some great play with Riley, and a lovely-to-behold sit-down-wait. It's true she waited only a second or two at the most, but waiting in the down position is very very hard for a willful girl.
She is in her crate happily attacking a frozen peanut-butter-kong.
Doug weighed her last night and she's up to 16.5 pounds. Lord. At this rate--nearly three pounds a week--she should be elephant-sized by Christmas.