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pouncey at the vet

pouncey went to the vet yesterday.

it was a new vet and has an incredibly better vibe than the ice palace of cheez whiz nacho & eli have been going to. i won't name names right now, but there's a vet in asheville that charges 3 times more than they should and the care is worse.

anyway! pouncey is getting off on the right paw with a new vet on this side of town.

adjectives the vet used to describe him were: smart, great coat, awesome puppy.

he is estimated to grow to 85 lbs. this is 15 lbs bigger than his dad and 30 lbs bigger than his mom, so i hope it's not accurate, but if it is, it is.

we were told to feed him whenever he's hungry, every 3-4 hours. especially since he's pouncing up and down a hill. we can't feed him too much. ignore the guidelines on the bag of kibbles, feed him as much as he wants. pouncey likes this advice.

he had round worms but that is normal. they gave him shots and dewormer and flea and tick medicine. he was not feeling too great last night but woke up this morning his usual pouncey self.

let the counter surfing begin

pouncey has figured out food. i put hot water on his kibbles, so now anytime i am at the sink he thinks he's getting kibbles and sits expectantly next to me. he learned quickly from his brothers nacho and eli that the sound of wrappers usually means crumbs. he put his face right in this bowl of snacks on the coffee table.

what...did i do something wrong?

pouncey in the park

pouncey had a big day today. he took a ride in the car for the second time. walked on a leash for the first time. went to the park for the first time. he did great.

sharp and pointy

...and not afraid to use them. 

honestly, he's better already. he's learning not to bite. though he's punctured my nose twice. we're working on it.

hongray

when pouncey is hungry, he goes and hangs out by himself next to his bowl. and generally tries to look as pathetic and tiny as possible. this strategy is effective.

a journey of a thousand miles

...begins with a single pounce. 

he wants to follow his big brothers, but pouncey is still too leeeetle. so he stands on the edge of the river and barks at them like a little punk.

swimsuit tragedy

my sweet friend gave me this incredible 70's swimsuit for my birthday.

like a complete idiot, i put it in the microwave for 60 seconds to try and kill any germs one might find in a second-hand swimsuit.

before the 60 seconds were up, an awful burning rubber smell filled the room.

swimsuit = destroyed. stuck together, giant holes, toxic mess.

moral: soap and water will kill germs, you don't have to nuclear radiate them.

hey everybody!

it's me! pounceydoggy!

that little skunk fits right in here

pouncey plays with

penn 4 tennis balls