Tell me when it kicks in

His topaz and emerald hetero-chromatic optics scanned the perimeter. His eyes were focused on the many different trees and flowers that surrounded the landscape around him. He stood around 32 inches in height at the moment, and was a bit of a tall brute, but due to being a year and a couple months old, he still had a little bit of time to grow until he was fully grown. His ebony coat stuck out as the sunlight glistened off of his shinny pelt, making it shimmer slightly. His double colored eyes were both shining as if they were gems as he stopped near a bush close by to where he had stopped. The red buds that were beginning to bloom, and he could tell that they were rosebuds. He smiled at the small buds, and couldn't help but seem happy when he looked at them. He gave a small sigh and looked around, trying to see if there was someone around that could erase the boredom that he was feeling. When there was not, he walked onward toward a small stream, his tail moving freely as he trotted over to the small body of water for a drink.

The cool liquid ran down into his gullet, thus, quenching the thirst. When he was finished, he watched the small fish run down the stream. His mother, when he was younger before she had passed away, told him about some of the fish and their names. One he could tell was a trout due to the shininess of the scales, and there were also blue gills, pike, bass, and many others. One even playfully leaped out of the water and smacked him with water. He chuckled and shook the water off his face before watching the fish once more. He seemed like a puppy again, even though he was a year old, but he wanted to seem more like an adult, but, knowing that he wasn't, he continued to act like a pup again.