Today, Rory went for her first very visit. In the 3 weeks we've had her, she has grown 2 pounds! She is a full 10 pounds. Our wonderful vet, Dr. Bob, a personal friend of the family, predicts she'll get to be about a good 40-50 pounds.
The visit went okay. She gets afraid in new situations, so she cried a little in the car, but was soon okay. Then, she didn't want to come in the vet's office, stand on the scale, or go into the exam room. She did love on the receptionist when she made goofy noises at Rory. Rory can't resist baby talk.
Once on the exam table, she continued to shake and leaned against me, like she was trying to meld into me. She wasn't too sure of Dr. Bob, but once her gave her some yummy liver treats, well, he was her new best friend. She wasn't a big fan of the poking and proding of the exam, but she didn't even notice when he gave her a shot in the neck (see aforementioned treats).
After we were done with the exam and asked all of our questions, we then had to convince her to leave. Our little fraidy dog did very good. Hopefully it won't be so traumatic when we go back in 3 weeks!