Others have described the beginning stage of life, and done an admirable job, so having been through it several times myself, I won’t bore you with the details. Let’s just call it the eating, pooping, sleeping phase, and move on.
Despite the constant presence of my ten annoying siblings…
Despite the constant presence of my ten annoying siblings…
I mean, seriously, why would my brother Jack high five everyone who came in the room? Who’s he trying to impress? It’s not as if mom was going to let us out of her sight for another six weeks or so!
I waited patiently through those first few weeks until my person and partner, the CEO, Top Dog, and Love Of My Life…Maggie…came to take me home. I knew she wouldn’t remember me, but that wasn’t important, because I could pick her out on a black and starless night in a shuttered barn full of vintage roadkill. At its prime. I’d know her anywhere. All I had to do was get myself on her radar. She’d do the rest.
That reminds me of Annie, an English Setter puppy I once knew. Typical of the breed, she was white with a lot of black freckles, but what set her apart was a distinctive black patch over one eye. She told me, when she slowed down enough to pause for breath, that she’d been raised in a large pen with her brothers and sisters, along with a litter of relatives born around the same time. Standing out in a horde like that could be tough, but Annie, for once in her life, was on the ball.
When her future owner came to see the puppies, he circled the pen with his camera, taking shots of the clamoring crowd. Then, without any hesitation, and despite being overwhelmed by so many choices, he picked Annie out of the spotted mob. It wasn’t until he looked at the photos that he realized it hadn’t been his decision. Annie, with her black eye patch, had made sure she was in the center of each and every one.
I waited patiently through those first few weeks until my person and partner, the CEO, Top Dog, and Love Of My Life…Maggie…came to take me home. I knew she wouldn’t remember me, but that wasn’t important, because I could pick her out on a black and starless night in a shuttered barn full of vintage roadkill. At its prime. I’d know her anywhere. All I had to do was get myself on her radar. She’d do the rest.
That reminds me of Annie, an English Setter puppy I once knew. Typical of the breed, she was white with a lot of black freckles, but what set her apart was a distinctive black patch over one eye. She told me, when she slowed down enough to pause for breath, that she’d been raised in a large pen with her brothers and sisters, along with a litter of relatives born around the same time. Standing out in a horde like that could be tough, but Annie, for once in her life, was on the ball.
When her future owner came to see the puppies, he circled the pen with his camera, taking shots of the clamoring crowd. Then, without any hesitation, and despite being overwhelmed by so many choices, he picked Annie out of the spotted mob. It wasn’t until he looked at the photos that he realized it hadn’t been his decision. Annie, with her black eye patch, had made sure she was in the center of each and every one.
Of course Annie made sure she got everyone else cut out of the photos.
If Annie, a somewhat brainless, not too swift English Setter, could accomplish such a feat, I knew that catching Maggie’s eye would be a piece of steak…uh, cake, and I was, as usual, right. Stay tuned and I'll tell you how I did it..
If Annie, a somewhat brainless, not too swift English Setter, could accomplish such a feat, I knew that catching Maggie’s eye would be a piece of steak…uh, cake, and I was, as usual, right. Stay tuned and I'll tell you how I did it..
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