Yesterday was Powers' annual vet checkup/vaccinations. If you'll recall, our first year here, we had quite a scare after he received his first Leptospirosis vaccine (he hadn't had that in Texas). Well, last year they gave him Benadryl beforehand and it worked to stop the unpleasant reaction. However, this year the Benadryl did not work and Adam ended up taking Powers back to the vet to get some more medicine after he puked four times and pitifully lay on the floor. He's fine now and I actually think he might've planned it in order to get some attention- life's sure been different for a dog here the past 11 months.
In other news, Henry has nursed his last boob. I have no idea how to phrase that. He has had his last nursing session? Regardless, he is done. I wasn't planning on him being done so early but last night when he bit me about 20 times within 30 seconds, I picked up on the message that he was sending. Besides being in physical pain, I was a little sad because I thought that I would know the last night that I would nurse him and I would make it special- you know, wear a prom dress and wrap my head in a turban with Enya playing in the background and candles lit. Well, maybe not exactly that scenario but I still thought that I could soak it in a little more. Oh well, it's all gravy.
He was 11 months old on Sunday and that was the last night of his cooperative nursing. So, I guess now he's ready for beer and chewing tobacco.