I had it all wrong

We called a German Shepherd breeder and were told she had one more pup left, Blue Boy. She let us pick him up at seven weeks old, just in time for our Anniversary. That’s unusual for a breeder to do because they usually like to hold onto them until they’re at least eight weeks old. I think she made an exception because of our anniversary date. Well, I was ecstatic! We drove for hours and hours just to get him. I don’t remember how many hours it took to get there. I do know it took us 12 hours driving back home because we made so many stops for the furry little monster.

Oh my, he was so cute when we picked him up. And boy, did he have a LOT to say. The breeder said he was the most vocal pup in the whole litter. We signed the papers and took him home. On the way back, my stunning husband got pulled over. As soon as the cop saw our little German Shepherd we knew we were out of a ticket. The cop asked him about being in the military and told us to take care of the puppy. Awesome. No ticket.

That little boy kept us on our toes: crying all the time, whining about this and that, and peeing everywhere and at all the time. Oh, and don’t forget, he also likes to talk to us in the middle of the night. He has a lot to say. He’s like my husband: always has a conversation waiting for you. He cried a lot, too. At first, I thought I was hurting him because he would start crying at the littlest thing. That little bugger had figured out that he gets loving attention from me if he cries. He’s barely three months old and he’s already manipulating us for attention. Hmm, I’m pretty sure if I got a human baby that wouldn’t start until at least two years.

My favorite memory of him was when he first arrived at the house he ran around the room and suddenly found himself in the kitchen-ALONE. Looking over the counter I saw him look all around for us only to find he was alone. He looked so scared; sat down in the middle of the room and started crying. It was the end of the world as he knew it. It was so adorable. I laughed and picked him up. I told him it was okay, we were there the whole time. I think that’s when he learned I would come running if he cried. The little scoundrel. He totally has me wrapped around his finger.

Getting a dog was the best thing we could’ve done for ourselves. We needed a comic relief and something to pour ourselves into. He has been a challenge at times but so worth it. What was I thinking about wanting a human baby? I have a four legged baby boy who entertains me to pieces. Granted he chews on furniture, shoes, door frames and people, but I am a proud momma.