Visiting the Vet

On Tuesday, Coach went to get a shot at the vets. Here is a photo of him on his way to the vets.

Everyone said he looked so sorrowful, but I think it is just his solemn demeanor. Plus I hadn't told him about the shots.

Here we are at the vets, waiting. He does seem a bit tense.

In the end, he got his shot with nary a whimper.  He was praised by all for his calm and steady personality.  Even the man who walked in to pay his bill and wanted to pet him was impressed.

"How old is he?"

"Four months."

"My four month old is nowhere near this well behaved."  Coach sat calmly while the man patted his head and scratched his chest.

He's calm on the outside, but I wonder what is going on inside his head...

He's Got Huge....Tracts of Land

Sorry for the obscure Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference, but it does seem to fit the subject of this post. 

Willow and Coach lying down next to each other.  Willow is on the left and Coach is on the right.

The other day, I was looking at Willow, who is 11 years old, and I noticed that when she and Coach sat near each other that there was something strange.

Close-up of Willow's front paw and Coach's front paw.  They seem pretty similar in size.

Coach is only 18 weeks old, almost 5 months old.  Yet, his paws are just as big as Willows.  Coach just got back from his first vet visit where he weighed in at 31.2 pounds.  Willow is almost 80 pounds. Yet Coach's feet are just as big as hers.

Coach is going to be a very big boy.