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How it Begins

How it Begins

How It Begins

A puppy is a puppy is a puppy.

He’s probably in a basket with a bunch

of other puppies.

Then he’s a little older and he’s nothing

but a bundle of longing.

He doesn’t even understand it.

Then someone picks him up and says,

“I want this one.”

~ Mary Oliver

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Meet Rambo Scout, our new puppy! Goes by the name of Bo. Ten weeks old, four pounds and a bundle of energy (which is why the picture is slightly blurry. It’s hard to get him to sit still!)

As soon as I saw him I knew he was the one I wanted.

I hadn’t planned on getting a puppy. Correction: we hadn’t planned on getting a puppy. Our Yorkie, Popeye, recently turned 12, and has had a number of health issues over the past two years. He is set in his ways and, together, we are set in our routine. It’s been a quiet life these past few years and our little family has been content. But then one day our veterinarian mentioned that a client’s Yorkie was going to have puppies. She wondered if we would like one.

“No,” declared my husband.

“Maybe?” said I.

Which was the end of our discussion until the day I received a phone call from the vet. The puppies had been born and were in the office for their first checkup. She suggested I stop by and meet them.

“Maybe?” said I.

“No,” he declared.

I could have pushed it, but having been with my husband for 42 years, I knew it wouldn’t do any good. He would just dig in his heels and become more resistant to the idea so I shrugged my shoulders, told him I understood and called the vet to say that we weren’t interested in a new puppy.

I hung up the phone and continued with what I had been doing. After a few minutes, he looked up from the jigsaw puzzle he was working on. “I don’t feel right, insisting that we not get another dog. I don’t want to be the bad guy.”

I shrugged. “I don’t think of you as a bad guy. I totally understand your feelings.”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to go look at them.” he continued, “Just don’t expect me to go with you. The last time I came along we returned home with a dog.”

So I went alone and fell in love. I continued to play it low key, while he remained on the proverbial fence. I only wanted to get the puppy if we both agreed but when it came time to make a decision, he left it up to me.

The rest, as they say, is history.

He may have been hesitant to get a puppy but once Rambo arrived home it was love at first sight.

He may have been hesitant to get a puppy but once Rambo arrived home it was love at first sight.

I can’t lie. Three days post-Rambo arrival and I am exhausted. I forgot how tiring it is to have a puppy in the house! Housebreaking, feeding times (they both want each other’s food), and play time have all caused me to readjust my daily routine. Refreshing my memory on potty training, I read that I should keep a close eye on him so that I can begin to discern when he has to go. Kind of hard to do with a whirling dervish! Instead, I take him out all the usual times, as well as once an hour, with modest success.

“Bo, come!” I will say to him and he will happily scamper over to me. “Time to go potty!” I’ll continue, and he’ll make a u-turn and run away as fast as his short legs can carry him. Thank goodness I can scoop him up with one hand. I’m also happy that because of his diminutive size, his ‘accidents’ are diminutive as well. Thank goodness for small blessings.

Oh, Bo, I love you so.

Popeye has been amazingly tolerant with him. Bo continuously tries to engage him in play, stalking him, jumping on his back, running underneath him when he is standing still (he is literally able to run right under him with no problem). He nips at Popeye’s legs and Popeye doesn’t even growl. For the most part he ignores him, jumping up to his usual station on top of the couch when he has had enough of his new buddy.

Bo has commandeered our daughter’s soft red afghan for his nap times, curling up onto a corner of whenever he grows tired.

Bo in repose.

Bo in repose.

He loves his crate and already sleeps through the night. I was worried about this because I usually have to take Popeye out about two times every night and I was afraid we’d wake him as we passed his crate. Fortunately, he doesn’t budge. He is happy-go-lucky and I can already tell he is going to be really smart (I know, all mom’s say that! ; ) ). What makes me happiest is how easily my husband has bonded with him. I was so stressed that he would resent having a puppy, but instead Rambo has brought him joy and it makes my heart happy.

Best buds, someday?

Best buds, someday?

He is such a welcome addition to our family.





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