Eleven Weeks and All is Hell

LOA: 34"

Beam: 8.5"

Gross Tonnage: 20.5 lbs

Draft: 15"

He's growing by leaps and bounds and seems to get still naughtier. We still hope to fix at least some of his "problems" before he's over 100 lbs. Even at 20 lbs., he's formidable; he's all mouth, rambunctiousness, and even bullish with us and other dogs (unless they're very old).

But he is learning everyday. He knows how to come and sit. And he generally seems to be a quick learner. And, with a good shake to the scruff of his neck, he's quickly corrected.

Finally, by the way he tilts his head when we're "talking" to him, and judging from his overall alertness and inquisitiveness, we can tell that he's very smart.

But you know the old saying: the only thing worse than a dog that doesn't know what you want it to do, is a dog that does know what you want it to do, but won't do it.

Here, Kel struggles with his squirming body in an attempt to record his weight. He's a real momma's boy, especially when Kel comes home from work. Notice how his head and paws are bigger than Kel's head and paws.

Here's Bali with Dr. Trail. He had a good check-up initially and was a real trooper getting his second round of vaccinations in his butt. In fact, he didn't even react to the needle. But today we received his second "stool analysis" and, already, they detected parasites in there. The parasite, GR something, is contracted either by drinking standing water, or eating poop. We have our suspicions about how Bali got it (see previous posts). Anyway, he's already on antibiotics at eleven weeks. We both should have been vets; they get so much money!