I can't believe it's actually been four weeks since getting Harry, he's now 12 weeks old and getting so big! To be fair most of it is his crazy amount of ridiculously soft fur but still...he's not the little teeny puppy I placed on the kitchen floor four weeks ago.
Harry started the week off with another vet trip, this time for his Kennel Cough vaccination. We were proud as punch when it came to waiting for the nurse to weigh him. Harry now weighs almost 4kg!? Thank god he is starting to 'walk' round, with his little legs he prefers to run or lie flat on the pavement. He started off so well at the weekend on his first proper morning walk...he made it the entire way round before later on he preferred to be carried on his two others. Seeing different vets have had different opinions on how big Harry will be, the latest is that he'll be as big as his Dad which by the looks of how he's growing must be true. The thick, silky fur is crazy next to a shaved Westie but come winter he'll be in his element. I'm sure he'll have his first fur-cut when we've found a suitable place. Right now his growing fur is too adorable, especially after waking up. Above photo's show him feeling sorry for himself after the vets...despite getting into the flower pot..
He's a pretty well behaved puppy most of the time, he's ended up ripping my Dad's trousers twice in a matter of days and has started to pull off Dan's socks. Usually Harry sits by the gate when he hears a dog coming, they say hello if it's a chatty owner or a Westie they come up the drive and will only bark if they don't notice him. There Harry sat with Billy the JR on the other side, chatting away while they enjoy their dog biscuits and along comes a huge husky....Billy starts barking because that's just Billy and low and behold Harry has now caught on from Billy and actually barks at it constantly. Needless to say they didn't come up our drive. His little girlfriend down the street keeps appearing at the gate, she can't walk by without saying hello either.
(above showing the opposite) and then proceed to close the kitchen door over and stand up showing all through the door. When my Dad's due home from work - after we've had dinner, Harry will still sit by the gate with his toy sheep and wait for him. Back inside the house Harry pulls his blanket off his crate...the first time he did this was a nightmare but the second...he just wanted his lead. Little footsteps came to find me where he sat with the lead in his mouth waiting to go out for a walk...we'd only been in an hour from the last, but off we went. The largest mission of the week has to be the attempt to climb in the large flower pot, we've had to move pots around again so he can't climb into one and get in the next. My Dad's even put the big plant pot on top of bricks so he can't climb in. Harry seems to have caught on we eat off plates and now won't eat out of his food bowl...so he now has small plate for meals.