Number58

Harry has finally had his kennel cough vaccination as the final test result came back negative. He now has a clean bill of health following his spell of tummy trouble. It was all self-inflicted after he ate a particularly large lump of fresh, steaming cow poop which he thought was some sort of free lunch. We haven’t been anywhere near a cow since.

While at the vet we took the opportunity to weigh Harry and discovered that he’s now 32.2kg – that’s the same weight that our previous puppy Alfie was when he left us, and he was a big dog. We’re thinking of taking bets on how big Harry is actually going to be when he’s finished growing.

It’s been a week of firsts for Harry, first time in a pedestrian underpass, first time passing a field of sheep and first time in the city.  He handled the underpass really well despite all the echoing noises, but the sheep perplexed him. They all had tails, they were the right size, and they looked like puppies, but they didn’t smell right. Harry stood transfixed at the fence and just couldn’t work it out. Why didn’t they come over to play with him? And then one of them barked. Well, it wasn’t a bark really – it was more of a baaaa – and that just freaked him out. He came scampering back to hide behind our legs. What were these strange creatures?

Harry would say his highlight of the week was the return of summer and being able to lie out in the sunshine again, but we think his trip to the city was definitely his best bit. Even though he was shattered when he got home.