Mirrors, trips in the night, and the vet visit

 

Ember first discovered the puppy in the mirror on Monday.  But last night after our midnight "outing", she found the mirror pup again.  She played with it, she has sniffed and licked at it, and seems quite interested (until you distract her with something else).

I debated with myself about the transport thing and finally decided to put the crate in the hatch of the car, rather than have her ride in the backseat sling thing that I use for Carl.  She's not used to it, and she's still small enough she could fall off its edge and that would result in havoc while driving.

Safety first!

The vet's office was very nice, and everybody who works there obviously loves animals and seeing a really new puppy is special.  So Ember got lots of oohs and ahhs, but decided the best place to get through this particular new experience was behind mom's jeans-legs.  Shy little one, which was kind of her response, now that I think of it, to both Frank, the adult dog, yesterday, and The Prisoner, so far.  So it might be a part of her personality and how she approaches new things.  Survival skills of a puppy.  We will be watching to see if this trait remains, or if it changes as she grows.

I can report that this little peanut weighs 16 pounds!  She already outweighs The Prisoner!  That puppy shyness may be a blessing for him.

She got her second round of shots this morning, and an appointment for the next... there are four appointments, three weeks apart, for the puppy collection of shots.  And I now have paperwork to take to the Zoom Room.  Rabies and distemper are the big ones, and rabies can't be given until 16 weeks.  And they sent home the flea-tick-heartworm chew.  It's not enough for me to have medicalizing of my own, now I have a canine with a set of veterinarianizing!

Early Wednesday morning, as I pulled my jacket out of the hall closet, Ember pulled one of my older boots out.  She does seem to have the stereotypical affinity for chewing footwear.  And it doesn't matter to her if you are wearing the shoe or not!  One evening as we were getting ready for bed, she went after my stocking feet!  

Patience, consistency, distraction... that's the key.  We don't chew on THAT!  We chew on THIS!

Now that we are settled in at home again, and played a few games, when she got tired of fetching the holey roller, I put her back in the crate and she has settled right down with her baby kong.

Ahhh!  Feeling young yet?  Life is good.  Spark on!