I went in to see my vet the day after my Dad picked me up. While we were waiting in the waiting room, a doctor came in to talk to the receptionist and he looked at me and asked my Dad “Is that a labradoodle?” My Dad said that I was and the doctor said “Good looking dog.” I know.
The vet that I saw that day was a very nice woman. She pet me a lot and kissed me, but then she kind of felt me up! She checked my ears and took my temperature (we won’t talk about that). Then she whipped out these needles and gave me some shots! But when she stuck me with those needles I didn’t whine or cry or do anything. The vet told my Dad she thought I had a really good temperament and she was surprised and happy I didn’t get upset at getting shots. Then the groomer came in and clipped my nails and I was all done! Yeah!
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After the vaccinations, however, I got really lethargic and just slept for the rest of the day. My Dad thought that was cute, so he took some pictures of my sleeping.
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A couple of days later, though, I had a loose stool. Sounds gross, huh? My Dad really enjoyed cleaning that up. Plus, some of it was stuck in my hair (use your imagination), so my Dad put me in his bathtub and washed my bottom. That was my first time in a bathtub and I didn’t like it all that much. I squirmed and ran around and shook the water out of my hair. The whole bathroom was wet afterwards, as was my Dad.
Then I had another one in the evening and my Dad got concerned. So it was back to the vet. This time I met with a different one. She was also very nice. She let me run around on the floor of the examination room while she talked to my Dad, and you know what? I peed on the floor. My Dad was very embarrassed, but she said it happens all the time! Note for the future. 
The Doctor didn’t think it was anything serious. She suggested it was just me adjusting to my new environment and food. She prescribed an antibiotic for me, though, to help ease the transition (something about “resetting” the bacteria in my intestinal tract).
My Dad waited a few more days before actually giving me the antibiotics hoping that the problem would resolve itself, but eventually he started giving them to me yesterday. I’m getting better now, although I did have a lose stool this morning. Luckily I did it on the puppy pad like my Dad trained me to do, so it wasn’t a mess to clean up this time. More on potty training later!
