Last night, I was laying in bed with this monster:
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Best. Cuddle-Buddy. Ever. |
Just Starting Out
When I met him, I didn’t mean to
fall in love. I didn’t mean to take him home. My mom had driven me to Wal Mart
to buy last minute stuff for my travels to Las Vegas .
The following day, at the age of 18, I would board my first plane and travel
across the country. I would be there, with my sisters, waiting the eldest’s
wedding.
As we pulled in, I saw the sign
that screamed Puppies and begged her to stop. "Mom! Mom! Can we play with the puppies?!"
“When we’re done shopping,” she said, probably rolling her eyes.
“When we’re done shopping,” she said, probably rolling her eyes.
I nodded my head; we were here on a
mission.
We shopped quickly, buying new socks, and random crap I probably didn’t actually need. When we were finished, as promised, she drove the car over to the small island with a minimal amount of grass and single tree then cement all around.
We shopped quickly, buying new socks, and random crap I probably didn’t actually need. When we were finished, as promised, she drove the car over to the small island with a minimal amount of grass and single tree then cement all around.
“You can’t take one home with you,”
she warned.
I looked at her, appalled by her
thought. “Dude, I know. I’m leaving for Vegas tomorrow.”
When we got out of the car, I took
in the fence in the grass and the adorable swarm of brown puppies inside the barricade. I
needed to be in there, to have them chewing on me, rather than on each other.
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Close to six years later. Some things don't change... |
Skipping over to them, I found the
owner of the balls of fluff. “Can I play with them?”
She let me into the fence, and I
promptly plopped myself down, yelling out, “Puppies, come to me!”
Rather than coming to me, they ran
the opposite direction, afraid of the 5’2” blond girl yelling at them with her
arms outstretched.
They all ran, and my heart sunk. They all ran, that is, except for one who was bumped backward as his brothers and sisters fled.
His paws were bigger than his body,
just like his siblings, and as he made his way to me, he stumbled a
bit more before promptly crawling into my lap, making himself comfortable, and
falling asleep as I stroked the fur on his small body.
The Twilight books call it imprinting, that moment where you see something/someone you love, and your heart swells and you know if you don't somehow meld your life with theirs, there's no point for you to even exist anymore. Dog usually do this, wolves especially. Not humans. But that's what that moment was like for me. I didn't want a puppy; I had anger problems, grew up in an abusive household, watched my mother beat her dog(s). Would I do the same thing?
The Twilight books call it imprinting, that moment where you see something/someone you love, and your heart swells and you know if you don't somehow meld your life with theirs, there's no point for you to even exist anymore. Dog usually do this, wolves especially. Not humans. But that's what that moment was like for me. I didn't want a puppy; I had anger problems, grew up in an abusive household, watched my mother beat her dog(s). Would I do the same thing?
“Mom?” I asked in an almost
desperate voice as the all of ten pound puppy lay sleeping on me.
“Stephanie,” (real name, family members refuse to call me Lynn(e)) she scolded, well
aware of what was happening.
“How much do you want for them?” I
asked the owner, unable to tear my eyes away from the fuzzy mass on me.
“We’re asking $20,” the owner said.
I did the math and figured out that
I was broke. As was is, Jacci, the sister who was getting married, paid for
half of my plane ticket to get me to Vegas. “Would you be willing to take $15?
I’m leaving for Vegas tomorrow...”
Within a minute, the money was in
her hand, and the puppy was in the car. Mom and I made our way back into the
Wal Mart to buy the essentials; puppy food, a leash, and a collar, which was
neon orange.
I left the unnamed puppy with my
mother when I left for Vegas. I was terrified that he’d be dead by the time I
got home. She didn’t have the best track record care taking anything; animals,
plants, children. I moved out when I was sixteen or so. It took her three days
before she started calling around to figure out where I was. Her recent dog
winced at any hint of movement that was a bit too fast.
In Vegas Laura is hugging the bear, then Jacci (the bride) and Tammy are at the bottom, I'm on the other side, and Justin (the groom) is standing. |
“You did what?” my sister, Laura,
yelled when I'd arrived in Vegas.
“I got a puppy!” I told her.
“Steph, (see family note again) that is the worst decision,
ever! You’re leaving for college, in what? Four months? What are you going to
do with him then?”
She was always the voice of reason.
Where was she at the Wal Mart parking lot?
I responded the way I usually
respond to her when I fail to think things through, “I’ll figure it out when
the time comes.”
But after the wedding, and an extra
day stranding in Atlanta , Georgia ,
I forgot such worries. I had a puppy to play with!
Upon my return home, I was pissed
to find that my small puppy, was somehow smaller. His stomach, plump less than
a week ago, now looked emaciated. I knew it, my mother had forgotten to feed
him.
Immediately I took him to the
veterinarian’s, where I was told he’d gotten worms. Still, it was my mother’s fault,
because everything that goes wrong is always her fault.
The first night, I used a small cat
carrier to try to kennel train him. Instead, after an hour of howling, I
opened the gate that had been keeping him inside. Afraid to step in poo in the
morning, I closed the door to my mother’s bedroom. (The room she hadn’t slept in
in close to a month now.)
Just as quickly as the howling had
stopped, it started again. I let the annoying little ball of fluff into the
bedroom, assuming that at least here, the poo and pee spots would be contained.
The whining momentarily stopped, only to start once more.
“What do you want?” I screamed at
the terrified little guy.
He looked at me and whined again.
With nothing else to do, I scooped
him up and placed him on the bed with me. The whining stopped for the night as
he snuggled next to me and fell asleep.
In the morning, I woke up to
several pee spots on the bed.
“This is not going to work,” I
scolded him.
He looked at me before trying to
bound over, large paws causing him to topple over. I laughed, and we started our
life together.
We three Schmidt's |
Happy Puppy Picking :)
Aww, what a sweet post!
ReplyDeleteThank you. He really is my best friend :)
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DeleteAnd it is sad but true, many do run :( But I'd rather have agents run than puppies. Puppies are so much cuter!
Love the ending. And that Baxter's still a big part of your life. I hope he still doesn't pee in your bed.
ReplyDeleteHe doesn't pee in the bed anymore, though he has thrown up on it a couple of times. Thankfully, he's figure out puking on the floor gets a back rub.
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