Baby Taylor Puppy Care
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Sunday mornings were made for moments like this. Taylor knelt beside Oreo, scratching behind the floppy ears that perked up at the sound of her voice. The puppy’s tail thumped against the floor—a metronome of pure joy—as she clipped his leash into place. "Time for your checkup, troublemaker," she chuckled, dodging his enthusiastic lick. The vet’s office smelled like antiseptic and nervous energy, but Oreo pranced through the door like he owned the place. Dr. Nguyen’s raised eyebrow said it all as the pup attempted a gravity-defying leap onto the examination table. "Still thinks he’s the size of a teacup," the vet laughed, scribbling notes while Oreo tried to gnaw the stethoscope. Post-checkup, Taylor studied the handout—bold letters emphasizing nutrition needs for growing pups. Her fingers drummed the countertop later, staring at the sad can of dog food. Oreo’s head tilted as she pulled out a sweet potato. "Guess we’re both learning to adult today," she muttered, already Googling puppy-safe recipes as he gleefully shredded a carrot stick at her feet.
