Having achieved my goal, I could now relax and be a puppy. Which is to say, a couple of weeks later, when we left my sponsor’s driveway in Maggie’s blue Highlander, I barfed in the crate and then proceeded to scream at the top of my lungs for the entire duration of the trip. It was great fun, but quite a workout, so by the time we pulled into her garage, I was more than ready for a nap.
First things first, however. I had to renew my acquaintance with Kelty, a senior Gordon Setter, a big, lumbering guy, kind of slow in more ways than one, but he did remember me, even though I was no longer a black and tan relative. I guess the United Puppy Service finally showed up with his brain.
After a quick hi-how-are-you-nice-to-see-you-again butt sniff, I started for the door, looking forward to that snooze and not at all prepared to be mugged by a tangle of uncoordinated legs, wildly flapping red ears and a dangling slice of ham otherwise known as a tongue.
After a quick hi-how-are-you-nice-to-see-you-again butt sniff, I started for the door, looking forward to that snooze and not at all prepared to be mugged by a tangle of uncoordinated legs, wildly flapping red ears and a dangling slice of ham otherwise known as a tongue.
What the hell? No one warned me there’d be another puppy. It took me eight weeks to get away from the ten I was born with. Much to my relief, it turned out that he was merely visiting for a few weeks while his person was out of town.
Trying to avoid a slap from that sloppy wet tongue, I repeated the back door greeting long enough to find out that the intruder’s name was Clancy, and he was four months older than I was. He charged into the house ahead of me and slid feet first across the tile into the couch. The couch! Exactly what I was looking for. I stood on my hind legs and pawed at the sofa cushions as my back feet scrambled for a boost up. I hauled myself aboard, sprawled on my belly. OK, not the most graceful display, but not bad for an eleven week old pup. After kicking a couple of pillows on to the floor, I circled a couple of times before curling up in the corner, whereupon I wailed a bit just to hear the sound of my own lovely voice. Then, along with the side benefit of ear scrunches from Maggie, I let go of my eyelids and drifted into dreamland.
Trying to avoid a slap from that sloppy wet tongue, I repeated the back door greeting long enough to find out that the intruder’s name was Clancy, and he was four months older than I was. He charged into the house ahead of me and slid feet first across the tile into the couch. The couch! Exactly what I was looking for. I stood on my hind legs and pawed at the sofa cushions as my back feet scrambled for a boost up. I hauled myself aboard, sprawled on my belly. OK, not the most graceful display, but not bad for an eleven week old pup. After kicking a couple of pillows on to the floor, I circled a couple of times before curling up in the corner, whereupon I wailed a bit just to hear the sound of my own lovely voice. Then, along with the side benefit of ear scrunches from Maggie, I let go of my eyelids and drifted into dreamland.
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