Friday, March 13, 2009

PUPPY LOVE

A week ago today, my life changed. I brought home a puppy.

Breed? Mixed. Gender? Male. Age? Five weeks then, six today.

I'm told the mother was daschund and the papa German shepherd. Defies physics, if you ask me, but who am I to argue with the total stranger who was kind enough to give away five of the pups in the litter. For me, it paid to go to the grocery store that day, as it meant I brought home a free puppy, as well as a carload of doggie toys and puppy food trays.

"Chester," gracefully named the next day by my pal Alice, was fourth in the donor's giveaway--and by my sights, the handsomest of the quintet. Sooner or later, his photo will show up on the web.

For now, we're content to let this sleeping dog lie. He's worn out from a day of inside play during heavy rains. Snoozing away, he seems perfectly happy in his plush little bed, perched on an open drawer by my left elbow at the computer desk. A happier scene I've not witnessed lately. At such moments, the piddles and worse are a small price to pay!

2 comments:

ann kurzius said...

Nancy, reading this makes me want to run out and adopt a new playmate for poor lonely Sid! Chester sounds precious, but I prefer slightly older (AKA already housebroken) doggies.

Jon said...

I am delighted you have become a "dog parent". You have many good times ahaead of you with this boon companion.