May 2, 2012

Memo to file - 7 month old puppy + short leash + rabbit = dislocated shoulder:)

Out walking the other night, nice and quiet evening when all of a sudden there is a bunny ahead of us, Harry caught sight of it and the race was one, the only really bad thing was he was attached to a short leash, I now have one arm just a tad longer then the other.  When he is on a mission he pulls his weight, all 46.5 lbs of it.  Yep 7 months and already almost 50lbs.  We took the grande tour on Monday, went to introduce him to his Vet's, he got weighed, and his officially has his very own file there.  He came to work with me, and that was just the best ever, there were lots of places to sniff and explore, and that day we had a lot of traffic, so he met lots of new faces. He slept like a baby that night!

I haven't had a puppy since I was about 7 or 8 years old, do you have any idea how long ago that was, don't bother with the math it was  a very very long time. And even that, my mom looked after her most of the time.  I forgot how busy they can be and Harry is still teething a little, what sharp little teeth they have, and he wants to put everything and anything in his mouth.  Bugs, fluff, sticks, pine cones, branches from the pine tree (don't get that one), etc. While walking the other day he found a badminton birdy, one of those old kind with the real feathers, I just about fell down laughing so hard at him, he grabbed it and just shook the crap out of it, and then had to carry it for a while to show off his conquest! And what a good memory, every time we pass by there he is looking for it, just to make sure that it is in fact dead and doesn't want to take over the world!  What a dog.

Some days he amazes me, he reminds me so much of my Oliver, not only a little in the looks department, but in his actions. He likes to sleep outside in all the same places, he plops himself down with that heavy thud Ollie used to do, the whole house would just about shake off the foundation. And here the spooky one, we used to know a rotti by the name of Brutus, and him and Oliver were best buds. When Brutus passed Oliver used to always stop at his house on our walks, just like he did when Brutus was alive, he just didn't understand that his buddy wasn't there anymore.  Well on our very first walk, we passed that house, Brutus hasn't lived there for years, Harry just stopped dead in his tracks and wanted to go up the sidewalk, he didn't do this to any other house..........I am not even going to try to explain this one.....