I took Indy to the pet store again so she could smell other dogs and people and food. I think she had fun. I bought her a treat that takes Spring and Sprocket a few days to work through. She was done in an hour. So much for "long-lasting!"
When I was there, a family had a five-month-old Newfoundland. Very beautiful, very fluffy, already very big. There were two little boys and a mom. The little boys were being kind of dragged around by it. She said, "Hold onto him, now. You've got to use two hands!"
The time before this, there was a St. Bernard puppy. Very small and very cute--a toy, really. The kind of toy that's kind of strong and spastic and will get to be a really, really big toy someday. His owner motioned to the St. Bernard statue that sits in front of the door collecting money for the SPCA. He said, "He'll get lots bigger, you bet. Probably as big as that statue." The statue is taller than I am. I'm 5' 8". That's a tall dog. I think he was engaging in hyperbole. Nevertheless, that's going to be a big, big dog.
In my mind, I was evaluating these adorable and rapidly expanding balls of fluff that were tugging and panting and wiggling. They are so cute and so cute and so cute. It's the big dog puppies that are like that. And yet in the back of my mind I was thinking, "Wow, you're going to be a whole lotta dog to take care of." And then I thought, "But you're just adorable!"
And so I decided that these baby dogs are undergoing a battle. As witness to the battle, I feel the tug between emotion and logic. A battle with a name written in large, slobbery, fuzzy letters. A battle describing the mad rush of food and energy and sleeping and learning and gaining 60 pounds in less than a year and being all grown up in 18 months! That's a lot of stuff to do.
It's the battle of little big dog.
And it's going on right now.
Posted by dotty at January 5, 2006 10:53 PM | TrackBack