Weight gain
One of life’s little pleasures comes from watching a puppy “grow up”. The whole childhood is compressed into a series of a few weeks, so the change is rapid. Take, for example, our little baby shark. The needle teeth have already started to fall out (thank goodness) and my arms will eventually heal. The original scale-tipping at fifteen pounds has gone to twenty-six pounds in a matter of fourteen days; a quick mathematical analysis shows that the eight pounds of puppy chow is doing REALLY WELL, unless there is a hidden food source (kids??) that is giving us value-added.
Identification of who belongs and who doesn’t (in the pack sense) has improved; I now get barked at AND licked when I arrive home. The big boat chain used to anchor the previous couch guardian to the house seems a better fit already. The cage is looking smaller all the time, although I have some wonderful pictures of son # one on the interior and the dog outside looking in.
Keep up the good work, little doggie.
