Today Harry turned 21 weeks old and he now weighs 24.6 kg. Each week it becomes more and more obvious that Harry is going to be a big dog. That’s BIG with a capital “B”.
This last week has been very quiet at Number 58 as Harry has been under the weather for most of the time. We figured there was something amiss last Wednesday when we went to Pilates class. Usually he loves to lie there with his favourite chew and watch everyone, but no amount of coaxing would get him to settle down, and then when he got home all he wanted to do was sleep.
On the upside, he’s dealt with having a flu-like illness really well, he’s never complained, not even once, but on the downside, he hasn’t had a lot of energy. There have been no adventures and no romps in the woods, and sadly for Harry he hasn’t even been able to meet up with any of his pals, as the vet suggested he stay away, just in case he passed his germs on.
Most of the week has been spent sleeping or lying on the rug in the front room sunning himself. Harry’s best bit of the week was on Sunday. His last two remaining baby canine teeth, which had been wobbling about for days, finally came out as he munched on his chew. He was so pleased with himself that he wandered over to the sofa, tail wagging furiously, and gently deposited the bloody remains of one of the teeth on the cream cushion. All we could say was yuk, but Harry was all, Look! Look what I’ve brought you!
Harry is really looking forward to the week ahead when things will get back to normal. He’ll once again be out and about in town, going out to lunch, and most importantly of all, he’ll finally get to meet the new girl Summer. She’s such a cutie – he just can’t wait see her, even if she is a little bit camera shy.