To the Vet

Well, today Reilly went to the vet. When we first arrived he was a little timid but enjoyed all the attention from the vet techs. He weighed a whopping 21.8 pounds. You would think this means he is a chunk, but he has also grown several inches and is nice and lean. I wish I could figure out how to eat like he does and maintain a lean figure! Rick swears he eats better than we do.

Anyway, back to the vet trip. I had brought a toy and a couple of treats to try and make the visit as fun as possible. He was a trooper through the rectal thermometer but he drew the line at getting on the table. He thought that was out-of-bounds! The topper to the day was his vaccinations. Needless to stay after that he decided it was time to go home. He took his leash in his mouth and started walking Rick and I to the door. This is a dog that knows his own mind.

The trauma was short lived, as by the time we arrived home he was ready to play, play, play. We encountered a woman with her 3 year old out flying a kite. The 3 year old rushed to play with Reilly and of course Reilly got scared and backed up and barked. This in turn scared the 3 year old, who went back to flying his kite. After Reilly watched for a little while he decided he like the little guy and wanted to play which he signalled by jumping and barking encouragingly at the boy. Well, the little boy took this to mean Reilly was a mean dog, I know this because the little boy put his hands over his head and said mean dog over and over. Needless to say Reilly and the little boy never got to play. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.