My club leader wanted me to get Kyle in to meet his vet before we had any issues, so off we went. At the vet's office Kyle wanted to play with with a cute poodle in the the waiting room, but she didn't want much to do with him. More than that, Kyle was a model patient.
Kyle weighed in at 37.1 pounds. At that weight, he is bigger than labs who are much older than him in our club. I think he still looks small, but he seems destined to be a good size. The vet declared that he is going to be tall and lanky. We'll see if her prophecy proves true.
We spent a bit of time looking at Kyle's old vet records. In the end, Kyle was put on 21 days of Tylan powder to help his digestive tract. I had just taken him to two feedings a day. Since he has to have medicine three times a day, we went back to three feeding a day. Kyle is much happier about that fact than I am.
I also found out that Kyle's food is a prescription food. After a phone call to every vet in the county, I still cannot locate a bag of it before he will run out of the current bag. Yikes! My vet had the adult formula in stock, but that won't help him. Kyle needs to be transitioned to a regular puppy chow anyway, so now is the perfect time. I did learn that a 33% change in food is way too drastic for my little guy and ended up making him sick. Sorry Kyle! Thankfully, that was quickly cleared up. Now I am adding two more kibbles of the new food to each meal. He is up to 14 new kibbles and doing great! Doing things this way, he will have just enough to eat until our new bag of food comes on Thursday. The new food should be the last bag of prescription food. Yea!
(By the end of our vet's visit, Kyle was showing off his "puppy dog" eyes. I think having his temperature checked had something to do with that.)
As a reward for being such a great patient, Kyle and I headed to PetSmart. I have to brag about my puppy! He behaved perfectly in that store. Kyle absolutely ignored everything unless invited to investigate. Several people stopped us and complemented him. One lovely brindled great dane puppy got to greet him, but Kyle pretty much ignored the girl. He didn't even look twice at an adorable 12-week-old yellow lab that I wanted play with. My boy is amazing!
(Kyle loved watching the little critters when I pointed them out to him. Two men were actually trying to buy a rat so we moved past them after a minute.)