Gary Weighs In.
Gary and I went to the doggie doctor today, like good citizens. We met a Dr. Ross and asked her a million questions. She took a hard look at his undercarriage, clipped his nails, took his temperature in his ear, got down and dirty with his stool sample (freshly laid, 'hot off the press,' on the office floor, 'Atta� Boy!'), and asked some personal questions involving his playtime, chowtime and turdtime.All good stuff.The little man weighs in at 5.6 pounds, all of him. He�s lean and mean, and just right for his 18 weeks. He�s got a good temperment and took to the trimming and vaccination with an inspiring stoicism. Way to go.His elimination checked out �worm free� too. We knew it would.So he�s got his first shot, and we both got an earful of loving advice. We�ll be back in a couple more weeks for another round of shots, and man, then we�re off to go trolling for chicks in the doggie parks.- - - -Gary is staying. There was never a question about his permanence. Never.Other than that, worked all week long on all sorts of shit, made time for Gary, did some record shopping, some cleaning, some reading and might kick into the weekend with a couple cold ones with Scott, Faz and Mikey later on.This evening, it�s just sandwiches and Gary time. The little man is sore and down for the count, but still soars in spirit with his tail wagging.