Last night we took Brooksmaster to the vet for the first time since we've had him. I had visions of him being a total jerk and putting up a fight but he was an angel! I was shocked.
The vet is a mere 30 seconds from our home but whenever Broosky goes somewhere unfamiliar he shuts down and stares. He spent 15 minutes just looking at me and hiding in Mike's legs.
When the assistant came in the pup went bananas. He loves new people! Of course, he peed all over her and I was mortified but she laughed it off. Her first comment? "He's gonna be huge." Fantastic.
The vet came in soon after and no joke, the first words out of his mouth were "Wow, look at the size of his feet!" At this point we asked the question we had been dreading: how big do you think he'll get? Ladies and gentleman, we will have a 90-100 lb. dog. Good thing we didn't get the Great Dane, right? I'm rolling my eyes big time over here.
Brooksy handled the check-up like a champ and basically leaned on me the entire time. He was most excited about all the treats he got and greedily gobbled them up. It was then that I asked how much he should be eating (we had been feeding him 3/4 of a cup twice a day) and when we told the vet this, he looked appalled. Apparently we should be feeding him at least 1 cup, 3 times a day! I felt like such an awful parent!!!
He's only gained about 2 lbs. since we got him (no doubt due to our negligent feeding schedule) but with the increase in meals expect him to be a little chunk-o at our next appointment in 3 weeks. He also got his first heartworm and flea pill and we started him on vitamins. PS---vets are expensive! Definitely need to buy the meds online!
Of course everyone fawned over our little furball and the vet actually asked which breeder we used because "He really is a good looking dog!" Well duh.
Overall it was a good visit and our vet was great. He answered every question and assured us that the pooch is perfectly normal and healthy!