"I would think that a woobie would be more hygienic and easier to take out in public!" I said, and the women behind the desk laughed.
So it was probably a Woobie Dog. And I would have felt terrible if I had said anything and embarrassed the poor guy, so PHEW!
In other medical news, Jack weighs 13 pounds, 3 ounces and he'll be 3 months old in 2 days. That seems huge to me, but it's only the 30th percentile. It's astonishing that they can gain almost 6 pounds in 3 months - he's almost doubled his birth weight (what was it, 7 pounds 9 ounces? The girls were both 7 pounds 3 ounces... Ummm... No, he was 7 pounds 7 ounces, and that is why I blog - so I can google that kind of thing when it comes up!). I'll bet by his 4 month check up he will have doubled. Crazy.
In other dog news, Max slept in this morning until 8:15. I went in and woke her up because I was worried about her (she's 11, after all), and was relieved when she was just fine. Then she sort of fell (like Bambi in the scene on the frozen pond) on the kitchen floor and I thought she was having a seizure, but she's just clumsy on slick floors, I guess, because once she got on her feet she was fine. Dumb dog, giving me two heart attacks in 30 minutes.
Hey, HEY. I've been treated for anxiety. How do I sign Max up to be my Woobie dog? Maybe I can get her one of those doggie backpacks