What if you were just blissfully happy in your life?
What if you looked forward, backwards and to each side and all you saw was everything you ever thought of desiring?
Then, one beautiful morning, you're jerked out of bed and subjected to the travails of hell. You're lost, confused. No one will tell you where you are going.
People make sounds at you but the sounds don't have meaning. They are not the sounds you wanted to hear.
It's a lot like growing up - even if growing up isn't what you wanted.
When you finally arrive at your destination, after what seems like 12 lifetimes you are suddenly dumped into the hands of a boss, a caretaker, a teacher and the world that was can never be again.
You don't have enough memory to even be nostalgic.
All you have is the essence of now, and sadness that can't be rhymed with hope.
That's what a puppy's life must be like, it seems to me. Just wanting to play and have fun and to love but then having to grow up and be something that you never wanted to be, never even dreamed existed.
I spent the day in anticipation.
Like a virgin bride on her honeymoon night.
I was interested that time flew by so quickly. After the weeks of waiting and the weeks of wanting it seemed like just suddenly my puppy was here.
There was no big drama. She came out of the van, took a look at me and tried to bite me . . . somewhere through all this she decided I was ok. At least the only one in a hostile world who might feed her.
I think she's pretty wonderful and, aside from not letting me sleep yet, no major problems at all.
She's more skittish then her breed normally is. She gets little panic attacks and then it seems she remembers that it's all going to be okay.
She didn't like it when her mother and the other dogs drove away but she seemed to accept it perfectly well. We're getting together tomorrow to go to the dog park and to just walk around.
The breeder drove 600 miles to deliver the demon child, she has to take her favorite dog to a specialist in my area. He has a ruptured disk in his spine. He is also one of the calmest, most majestic goofiest dogs it's ever been my pleasure to meet. No way would you think he's in excruciating pain until he takes a slight misstep.
This is rambling and lost becasue I'm tired and happy and not so alone anymore.
Like on the Oscar's night, there's so many people to thank for helping to make this happen and I'm too bloated with adrenaline to remember to thank them all. So it's best to say that everyone who was part of this was special and there's no way my little demon could have gotten here o be with me, where she belongs, without them.
Check out her blog I Am The Greatest Dog In The World to get her version of events.
She 10 weeks old, nearly, and she's beautiful.

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