January 19, 2004 THE PUPS HAVE TAKEN OVER....AND THAT'S A GREAT THING!!
Since my previous post regarding the birth of the pups I've realized something that I most likely knew, but was attempting to deny. Being there when the pups were born and assisting in their delivery (like my help was really needed) gave me sense of pride and something even more. Holding those tiny little pups in the palm of my hand, checking their little bodies to make sure all was ok, watching them grow and learn, and my favorite thing, having them flock around us for attention. I would get down on my knees with my face close to the floor and call out to them all. They would come running and clamor to get up to my face and excitedly lick my nose, cheeks and every once in a while, my lips. Puppy breath, to me, is a comfort aroma. Too bad that it doesn't last into adulthood.
Anyway, the something more was the topic from which I strayed for bit, but only in a sense of explaining the reason/cause of the something more. The attachment grew strong over the first four weeks. I was present for the adoption, and in most instances brought the pups out to greet the new master(s). All of course were wearing litter bands around their necks (not the masters) just in case (so we wouldn't confuse which pup was which). All pups had been chosen weeks prior to adoption (and we didn't want any mix ups). In all instances you could see the excitement in the new master(s) and of course my pride in all of them and how spectacularly they presented themselves. What wasn't seen (hopefully) was the conflict within that only manifested itself physically as the pups were taken away. That was gut wrenching for me.
Did you notice how ineffectively I steered away from the topic again? Yes, it's almost certain that you did, but did you realize that you are still with me and that I'm still trying to deny it. But not any longer. Walking through my house it's obvious that I was/am currently obsessed (maybe that's not the right word) with the pups and the mom, so much so, that I felt/feel as if Boji and her pups were my very own. Would even you, the reader, believe that they are not? Well, that's true! Boji is owned (not sure that's the right word either) by my good friend Doug. I was just blessed with being there for the big event and the subsequent weeks. Let's get real for a minute. I was there for the entire 14 hours of the births, delivering, worrying, and all the other things that happen (some I would have never thought possible). I never imagined that I could do anything to assist this miracle. Surprised that without really thinking about it, I just did what needed to be done when it needed to be done without hesitation or reservation. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Especially the weeks following their births, however I was not there for a week. That's the week they opened their eyes for the first time and began trying to walk. But I was there the following week and was amazed with how much they had progressed. Even more surprising was they seemed to remember me, especially Charley and Besame. They would always, I mean ALWAYS, be the first in line to kiss my face and the last to leave.
Doug was partail to Teddy Jr. I believed that was unwarranted as I felt it was just because Teddy Jr. was named after the sire (Teddy belongs to his sister). I truly felt, since Doug was going to keep a pup from Boji's litter, that he should keep Charley, the first born pup. Even his brother was encouraging him to keep Teddy Jr. (I felt for the same reason). I wouldn't let up about it. Every time we took the pups out, Charley demonstrated exceptional behaviors and always seemed the most affectionate of all (but they were all very affectionate). Besame in the same light, but a bond that grew from the facts that not only was she the last pup, but because we were afraid she wasn't going to make it. I took opportunity each time to point this out to Doug and anyone else around. Not only when the pups were present, but anytime a conversation about the pups arose. That was often, as the pups were the dominating presence for the time being.
Back to the obsession. I just have difficulty staying on this topic. I believe I'm still in denial. But admittedly, I've removed all pictures from every frame in my house and replaced them with pictures of the pups. My two favorite pictures are, well, just pick two from the posted pictures. Any two you pick would be correct. From “Dinner Time“ and “Charley in Hand“, to Boji and Charley stting in the Chair. Notice how cutely Charley tilts his head in a curious mind. It's as if he's saying, “What's up? What? Something terrific?“
Charley is beginning to resemble Boji more each day. He was almost jet black at birth with a single tiny white spot (almost like a . dot) and a larger white spot on his chin. (Besame was identical down to the same white markings). As Charley has grown, the white dot on his chest has grown considerably and now his entire chin (is that what you call it?) is completely white. His color has become more and more silver and he's more adorable everyday.
I am thankful that a few of the new masters are sharing photos of their pups with Doug. It's great to see them as they continue to grow (at the end of January 8 months). Wow! It's also great to see Boji and Charley (Thanksgiving and Christmas most recently). They love it here in Georgia where I live. With no leash laws and much space in which to run and investigate, they both seem to love it and take every opportunity to get out and about. We walk down to the dock and they explore the entire time. Once, a flock of pelicans and a couple of commorants were on the dock. Startled, the birds made their calls of danger, and with a great commotion flew away. It startled Charley so, that he ran behind Doug and me, cowering and yapping until the birds were out of sight. Chicken dog you say?? No, he's just cautious! After all, he was outnumbered!
So now you know a lot more and the truth is out. I love the pups (all of them still) as if they are my very own, that I'm obsessed with them to the point of absurdity. Don't know about you, but I believe this is a good thing...a very good thing...but I've another post for later with the pups I recently rescued with a couple of pictures of them and a heart warming story as well.
No pictures for this post except the album from the previous post. There you can see all the pups..and pick out my two favorites..remember, any two will do.
Notice Charley sleeping..check out the tiny white spots and how black he is..then go to the recent pic of he and Boji sitting in the chair! Quite a difference, eh? Here is the link again so you don't have to go back for this:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/gblakesmith3/album?.dir=/d809&.src=ph&.tok=phnpEYCB7YkpZzAD
The link below shows Boji, Teddy (the father of this litter) and Molly (a Teddy pup from a previous litter with a pup from up north).
Anyway, the something more was the topic from which I strayed for bit, but only in a sense of explaining the reason/cause of the something more. The attachment grew strong over the first four weeks. I was present for the adoption, and in most instances brought the pups out to greet the new master(s). All of course were wearing litter bands around their necks (not the masters) just in case (so we wouldn't confuse which pup was which). All pups had been chosen weeks prior to adoption (and we didn't want any mix ups). In all instances you could see the excitement in the new master(s) and of course my pride in all of them and how spectacularly they presented themselves. What wasn't seen (hopefully) was the conflict within that only manifested itself physically as the pups were taken away. That was gut wrenching for me.
Did you notice how ineffectively I steered away from the topic again? Yes, it's almost certain that you did, but did you realize that you are still with me and that I'm still trying to deny it. But not any longer. Walking through my house it's obvious that I was/am currently obsessed (maybe that's not the right word) with the pups and the mom, so much so, that I felt/feel as if Boji and her pups were my very own. Would even you, the reader, believe that they are not? Well, that's true! Boji is owned (not sure that's the right word either) by my good friend Doug. I was just blessed with being there for the big event and the subsequent weeks. Let's get real for a minute. I was there for the entire 14 hours of the births, delivering, worrying, and all the other things that happen (some I would have never thought possible). I never imagined that I could do anything to assist this miracle. Surprised that without really thinking about it, I just did what needed to be done when it needed to be done without hesitation or reservation. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Especially the weeks following their births, however I was not there for a week. That's the week they opened their eyes for the first time and began trying to walk. But I was there the following week and was amazed with how much they had progressed. Even more surprising was they seemed to remember me, especially Charley and Besame. They would always, I mean ALWAYS, be the first in line to kiss my face and the last to leave.
Doug was partail to Teddy Jr. I believed that was unwarranted as I felt it was just because Teddy Jr. was named after the sire (Teddy belongs to his sister). I truly felt, since Doug was going to keep a pup from Boji's litter, that he should keep Charley, the first born pup. Even his brother was encouraging him to keep Teddy Jr. (I felt for the same reason). I wouldn't let up about it. Every time we took the pups out, Charley demonstrated exceptional behaviors and always seemed the most affectionate of all (but they were all very affectionate). Besame in the same light, but a bond that grew from the facts that not only was she the last pup, but because we were afraid she wasn't going to make it. I took opportunity each time to point this out to Doug and anyone else around. Not only when the pups were present, but anytime a conversation about the pups arose. That was often, as the pups were the dominating presence for the time being.
Back to the obsession. I just have difficulty staying on this topic. I believe I'm still in denial. But admittedly, I've removed all pictures from every frame in my house and replaced them with pictures of the pups. My two favorite pictures are, well, just pick two from the posted pictures. Any two you pick would be correct. From “Dinner Time“ and “Charley in Hand“, to Boji and Charley stting in the Chair. Notice how cutely Charley tilts his head in a curious mind. It's as if he's saying, “What's up? What? Something terrific?“
Charley is beginning to resemble Boji more each day. He was almost jet black at birth with a single tiny white spot (almost like a . dot) and a larger white spot on his chin. (Besame was identical down to the same white markings). As Charley has grown, the white dot on his chest has grown considerably and now his entire chin (is that what you call it?) is completely white. His color has become more and more silver and he's more adorable everyday.
I am thankful that a few of the new masters are sharing photos of their pups with Doug. It's great to see them as they continue to grow (at the end of January 8 months). Wow! It's also great to see Boji and Charley (Thanksgiving and Christmas most recently). They love it here in Georgia where I live. With no leash laws and much space in which to run and investigate, they both seem to love it and take every opportunity to get out and about. We walk down to the dock and they explore the entire time. Once, a flock of pelicans and a couple of commorants were on the dock. Startled, the birds made their calls of danger, and with a great commotion flew away. It startled Charley so, that he ran behind Doug and me, cowering and yapping until the birds were out of sight. Chicken dog you say?? No, he's just cautious! After all, he was outnumbered!
So now you know a lot more and the truth is out. I love the pups (all of them still) as if they are my very own, that I'm obsessed with them to the point of absurdity. Don't know about you, but I believe this is a good thing...a very good thing...but I've another post for later with the pups I recently rescued with a couple of pictures of them and a heart warming story as well.
No pictures for this post except the album from the previous post. There you can see all the pups..and pick out my two favorites..remember, any two will do.
Notice Charley sleeping..check out the tiny white spots and how black he is..then go to the recent pic of he and Boji sitting in the chair! Quite a difference, eh? Here is the link again so you don't have to go back for this:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/gblakesmith3/album?.dir=/d809&.src=ph&.tok=phnpEYCB7YkpZzAD
The link below shows Boji, Teddy (the father of this litter) and Molly (a Teddy pup from a previous litter with a pup from up north).
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