Thursday, December 10, 2015
puppies on the half shell
Today was puppy day.
At least, it was puppy shopping day.
Darrel and I spent the first part of the week accomplishing what must be done to get a house back in operating order -- even after a short absence. Because most of those tasks were completed, I decided today was a day of pleasure.
My neighbors' golden retreiver gifted them with nine puppies. Several have been sold. While I was up north, the owners told me at least one of the male pups would still be available when I returned. It turns out two are.
During the birth process, the owners placed different colored yarns around the neck of each pup to keep track which pup was which. I already wrote about the "green" pup (going to the dogs).
In a comment, Tancho (I think it was) wisely reminded me that we never choose dogs; they choose us. I put that adage to the test on our visit. When the owner released the pups and the mother into the yard, I sat down to see which pup would come to me.
They all did. As did the mother. Of course, it was a stacked test. These are golden retrievers. They see everyone as a friend and ally.
But the "green" pup paid more attention than the others. I was also pleased to hear that he has a very laid-back disposition. We have lots of loud noises around here (including firecrackers and fireworks). I find fearful dogs to be a bit tiresome.
The "red" pup is the bad boy of the litter. He is very alpha and vocal. And a bit disdainful of the antics of his litter mates. I like that in a dog. Professor Jiggs had a lot of that attitude.
I promised the owners I would contact them by Saturday. Darrel flies back to Oregon tomorrow. I will not be flying with him -- even though I may join the family for Christmas in Bend later in the month. Or I may not.
A dog I will get. (How could I avoid that conclusion after being surrounded for an hour by puppy flesh?) The question is whether I should buy two brothers. They would keep each other company. But raising one puppy will be hard enough. Two would be exponentially more than twice as difficult.
So, I have some thinking to do. And I know you will all give me a hand -- whether I ask or not.
Remember -- anyone who says I should get one dog (or both) is a potential dog sitter.