At the veterinarian's office, Levi was a whooping ten pounds, two ounces. I---an angel dog looking out for my earth brother---was right when I said the breeder lied when she told my folks he'd only be seventeen pounds full grown. The vet said we'll know in a few weeks because you can double whatever he weighs at sixteen weeks and that will be close to his adult weight. And she's sure it will be a bit more than seventeen pounds. Our MOTHEEEER is making a MISTAAAAKE with Levi. Every morning after she takes him outside and he's had a little play time inside, she rocks him to sleep in her computer chair in the kitchen while she surfs the net. That's not going to be easy to do when he's a two ton elephant sitting on her lap.
Levi got the works with his first wellness exam: an up the nose bordetella vaccine to prevent kennel cough, a pyrantel dewormer by mouth, and a starter kit for sentinel
flea and worm prevention. He got his claws trimmed, too, and his stool checked for worms. Dad said Levi has flies. You got to laugh at Dad's language disorder. He meant that Levi has fleas but the vet tech couldn't find any signs of the varmints. The vet says Levi was the best puppy she's seen in a long time. I'll bet she says that to all new adopting parents. I've got a play date at Rainbow Meadow with my new friends Nora, Nikka, Sam, Daisy, Mittens, and Pockets so I'm signing out from doggie heaven for now. My social calendar is filling up fast. ©
Photo: Levi played with his blanket and then wrapped himself up for a nap.
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