Biggie loves the vet! He weighed in at 21.7 lbs at 10 weeks exactly. At the vet, Biggie wanted to visit with everybody, from the mini-Pin wearing a muzzle who was trembling in his owner's lap,* to the office cat, to all the people visiting the office. For the 8-avenue walk to the vet, we walked on the leash about 2 blocks and then mom got impatient and put Biggie in the shopping cart. Biggie loved that too - getting pushed around the city and watching the world go by. On the way home, Biggie did even better, walking across almost all of Manhattan at rush hour. He showed no fear among the big crowds of people or the gridlocked, honking taxis.
As usual, he was the center of attention:
What kind of dog is that?
Boy or girl?
What's his name?
How big will he get?
He looks like a little polar bear!
(repeat every 20 feet)
*Me (as Biggie walks around smelling the dog food bags): Oh, poor puppy, why is he trembling?
Mini-Pin Owner: He really hates the vet.
Me: Is he ok?
MPO: He's here for his kennel cough shot.
MPO (cooing): don't worry... it's ok... it won't be that bad... it's ok... don't worry... (Mini-Pin starts whimpering)
Meanwhile, Biggie sat through getting every orifice prodded and all his shots like a champ. No whimpering, whining or thrashing. When we finally left the vet's, all he wanted to do was run up the stairs and go back.