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Large and in Charge

Lions and Tigers and Vets, oh my.

So far, I'm enjoying my new home--it's a lot better than lying on concrete in a tiny kennel. They don't let me get on the couch, though, which was (apparently) allowed in my old home since I do it so frequently. They especially get upset when I have muddy paws. My little brother Eli is such a freak, though, sometimes he won't leave me alone and I have to slap him around a little bit and remind him, "Hey, I may be new but I won't take any guff from little pups!" I think he's learning his lesson. As much as he annoys me sometimes, I get lonely and howl if they separate us at night.

They took me to the vet last night where I had the chance to bark at the office cat and see a chocolate lab who was crazy on his leash. I weigh 51 pounds, and the vet said I looked very athletic. (Mom's been talking about getting me into agility, maybe, after I go through basic obedience.) I'm proud to say I didn't whine at all even when they took my temperature (oh, you know how they do it!) and a fecal sample. Even after being in the shelter since Christmas, the vet said I'm healthy--no heartworms, no parasites and a strong heartbeat. I didn't really like the taste of the Sentinel tablet they gave me, but every time I spit out, I laid calmly and let them put in back in my mouth. They were surprised that I didn't struggle at all. Finally, I chewed it up and it wasn't too awful.

I haven't told them yet what my favorite kind of toys and food are. I'm saving that for another day.