A little perspective, please

Their favorite room, not surprisingly, is the kitchen.

I have gone on breathlessly about how gigantic Angus is going to be, and how much he is growing, and how quickly. But a little perspective: He can still walk right underneath Rosie's belly when he wants to, like walking under a bridge. He just did it again, five minutes ago in the back yard.

The snow we got yesterday--well over a foot--comes up way past his vitals, and we had to snowblow some pathways so that he can do his business. He trots around them earnestly and every now and then plunges off the trail into the snow and nearly gets stuck. I think he has not yet decided whether or not he likes the snow. It confuses him a little.

He is 11 weeks old as of Tuesday and weighs 15 pounds. At 11 weeks, Rosie weighed 13.5 pounds. So yes, she was smaller, but not that much smaller. And yes, he will be big, but he is not big yet. 

I need to calm down.

He is hoping to be tall enough soon for counter-surfing; right now he is the master of counter bouncing. He boings up and tries to catch a glimpse of what's on the counters as he plummets back toward the floor.

Rosie was famous for counter-surfing; she was drawn by one thing: butter, and butter alone.

Long-legged Rosie could counter-surf at 11 weeks. Angus is still not tall enough.

Well, maybe butter and milk bones.

WEDNESDAY MORNING UPDATE: Angus slept through the night. I think he was worn out from playing in the snow. More snow, please!