Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

A couple of people have asked how the bioweapon is doing. Sub-commander Nuke is approximately 16 months old. He weighs in at just a hair under 80#. He still looks far too skinny for my tastes. In fact, I took him to the vet because I was worried. The vet came into the examination room and asked me what the reason for the visit was. I said I thought my dog was too skinny. She looked at me like I was the dumberst person on earth. “He’s a teenager“, she explained to me, “he’s going to be skinny for a while. In a few years I’ll be having to convince you to stop feeding him so much!”

His ability to destroy/deflate every toy he comes across is uncanny

He has stopped chewing things he isn’t supposed to. He can do ’sit’, ’stay’, ‘come’, ‘down’ and ‘up’. This isnt a 100% thing, but if you’ve got food in your hand its a virtual certainty he will do whatever you want him to. ‘Heel’ is still kinda hit-n-miss.

In addition to the basics, he also practices his kung fu

He’s better at letting the humans sleep. I take him for his final walk at midnight and then he’s pretty content to not bother us until morning. He’s not a fan of other dogs. He doesn’t want to hurt them, but he wants to run over and play and jump and generally be a puppy…which is great except he’s eighty pounds of teeth and fur.

His ability to be tube-launched from submersibles is sometimes apparent

The biggest thing right now is teaching him that when we go for walks at night, the humans approaching us on the sidewalk are okay and not to lunge and bark at them. It’s a work in progress.

Then there was the time he got loaded and went to Mardi Gras

And that’s pretty much the state of the bioweapon.

‘Quiet! I think I hear someone dropping a piece of chicken on the floor!’

Oh..and there was a second bear spray episode but the less said about that, the better.