Wolfi has doubled his size, oh my!

Roxy the Critter Farm pup is totally annoyed by the little whipper snapper. She can't believe how he has grown since she last saw him. She had secretly wished that he'd go away, go back where he came from or simply vanish from the face of her earth. Poor Roxy!

When we brought Wolfi home July 17, he weighed 3 lbs. 9 oz. The vet gasped last week when she put him on the baby scale: 7 lbs. 8 oz! He has practically doubled himself since he moved in with us. Is this something we should be worried about? Mini Wolfi turning into GIANT Wolfi right before our eyes? I don't think so. He is not a ravenous eater and often ignores the food put in front of him. What he really fills up on is love. From the time he first tumbles out of his crate in the morning (after sleeping 10 or so hours!), he wants to be held, kissed, hugged, petted and played with. Or is it the other way around? From the moment Bill and I stumble out of bed, open the crate and Wolfi falls out, we are the ones who want to hold, kiss, hug, pet and play. And it doesn't feel silly at all. In fact, it's a marvelous way to start our day!

So what ever happened to that little blanket?

First, I had to harvest the best peas ever!

Then I had to teach my daughter how to knit.

While flying to Europe.

Then my sister needed a refresher course in sock knitting. (Notice MY finished socks serving as examples).

Forgot to mention how hard these socks were for me. My first pair ever!

But despite these distractions, the 'no pattern followed' blanket is complete.

Wanna know what happened to ' knitting travelog'?

Well, this is what happened.

Wolfi.

And he has absolutely no interest in knitting, travelogs, blogging or the like.

A production pause is indicated.

A brief one.

Schnauzi said we could get another puppy...

...and here he is!

Meet 'Wolfi', an 11-week old miniature schnauzer. He is a happy, bright, and very loving little creature.

He eats three puppy meals a day, 'goes' outside (or not), plays wildly and loves his carrier where he sleeps through the night.

But man, are those little teeth sharp! Every time we tell him, "No biting!", he thinks he is being praised. Perhaps I'll try his native language, "Nicht beissen!" Nope. That doesn't work either. Oh well.

I'm not very good at photographing him yet. He is an incredibly wiggly 11-week old.