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drink and there he was, in the grass, with Alicia’s husband...waiting for us. He came right up to me where I was kneeling on the grass by the curb and just sat there...very calmly...almost (seeming to me anyway) like he was saying, “I’m home”. Both he and I let out a huge sigh at the same time...and he just sat there for at least a minute...totally unlike a puppy who was barely three months old. I was already in love and I didn’t even know him yet! I think he’s already a mommy’s boy but it probably helped that there was Alicia and her daughters around to raise him.
The next few weeks were, well, an experience. He was around 17 pounds and he started eating great at first. Then he gradually lost his appetite...and stopped eating and drinking. We went into emergency mode...and tried everything under the sun, including taking him to the veterinarian for IV medications and appetite stimulation, x-rays...the whole nine yards. They thought he had a blockage...but it turned out he didn’t. The reason he stopped eating, for four days, was that he had a bad reaction to his first puppy shots! He is now ‘tagged’ in his record by the veterinarian to never get any more vaccinations other that Rabies because of how very bad his reaction was.
We had him on blended chicken and rice for about two weeks. Then we had him on a special diet of canned food for a couple of weeks, then back on the same puppy food he had been on from the breeder...and eventually he got better again. I even got to the point I was feeding him with a syringe just to make sure he was getting some proper nutrition as well as to stimulate his appetite.
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