("A dog is the only thing on earth
that loves you more than he loves himself.")
The fellow on the left is my adopted Dad with his brother Huby and Miss Pennie. Ms. Pennie had been with Sue and Marvin since she was a baby in West Virginia and had been living with her litter mates at Sue's daughters home. Marvin and Sue loved her dearly and so did everyone else she came in contact with. From all I hear she was totally loving, gentle and devoted. Unfortunately in the Spring of 2001 at the age of nine she became very ill and Sue and Marvin had to say good-by to one of the best friends they ever had.
Their grief at losing her was overwhelming and they vowed never to go through it again -- no more canine buddies for them -- they even gave away most all of her personal possessions as it was too painful to look at them.
They realized that now they could come and go as they wished -- no "buddie" to have to arrange a doggie sitter for, etc., but, the sadness in the home didn't ease. Sue started a search on the internet -- just looking. Somehow the word "cock-a-poo" popped into her mind (actually it was me communicating!). She has no idea where the word came from -- it just did! Miss Pennie could never be replaced but perhaps another "buddie" might work out! An entirely different color, sex, size, no shedding and absolutely no resemblance to Miss Pennie! Whoever they decided on (if they decided to bring another family member into their life) would have to establish their own bona-fides!
Sue searched and searched and researched and
after discussing it with Marvin they decided that they'd take the leap.
Well, they were going to Myrtle Beach early November 2001. I was born
August 28, 2001 in Macon, GA and Sue found my breeder on the internet.
After some emails back and forth they decided that if they could pick me up on
their way back from Myrtle Beach they would go with me! Pam Daniels of
Rock Ridge Kennels http://www.rockridgekennel.net
agreed and my new life was set in motion.
It was scary and I knew I would have a big job in front of me to prove my worth!
First thing I had to do was prove that I was my own entity and wouldn't
conform to any preconceived notions of how I should behave. It's been a longggg hard struggle and now that I'm over a year old I think I have them
pretty well trained!! It's been an exciting year and I think we're on
course for a long relationship. They adore me and I them, but, every now
and than I have to let them know who's really in charge!! I am definitely
my own self!
Well, let me tell you about this first evening in my new home. We were all tired (exhausted is a better term) and they decided it was time to go to bed. I was all for that -- just not in the bath tub! I didn't care how many blankets they put in there -- it wasn't what I had in mind. After several hours of serenading from me they got the message (good "Curly" training -- an inside poo training secret that has infiltrated many "poo" kennels!) Beware Pam -- "Curly" is there! Anyway -- I got plopped into the bed with Sue and Marv. Very comfy. After a few hours of rest I got Sue up for a trip outside (after all I only weighed 5 lbs. and had a tiny bladder -- what did they expect!) Quite a first night. Sue was quite vocal in stating that she'd forgotten what childhood was all about -- HeHe.
Every day since they picked me up on November 8th, 2001 has been an experience for all three of us. First, they had a friend who suggested "potty pads" for bodily functions. Can you imagine! Well, I loved them -- just not for what they were intended for. Great fun to shred and run through the house with. Got that point across and they gave all the "doggie litter & pads" to the friend and the container I now use as an outside resting place. That works for me. Pam suggested crate training. Sue and Marvin thought they wouldn't need to do that -- after all, Pennie didn't need a crate! Within a month there was a crate in the house and when Marvin was gone Sue would try to get the message across to me! Unfair!! I have Marvin totally wrapped around my paws! Sue showed no mercy. I must now admit that the crate isn't a totally disturbing contrivance -- actually it feels like a safe place when they leave me at home by myself -- for whatever reason.
Next it was this chewing thing. How's a guy to figure out whats whats if he can't chew it!! Well, Sue wasn't going to have it. She's the mean one!! Put some bad tasting stuff on the things I was most interested in chewing. I must admit it took the fun out of chewing -- I do still get some chewing in -- but I'm much more careful of what I chew.
Want to see more of me? Go to my next page!
P.S.: A thought provoking Website of veterinarian Michael W. Fox. He has a column in our local Newspaper that I read every Sunday. You may, or may NOT, agree with his many times "holistic type treatment" but I think you will find him thought provoking in his approach to the care of animals.
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