Given that I have a very short memory, Archie will not be on my bad list for very long. At least I was the baby at the golf tournament!! Wait, I am getting ahead of myself.
On Friday August 2, I left my brothers (all but one, who came along with me!) and sisters to start my life as a Hero Dog in training. Stacey, JoAnn, Becca, & Maria came to pick us up. After a long romp outside, some pictures, paperwork, and lots of hugs and well wishes from Ellee, our trek began. Evidently, Becca had been thrown up on in the car by Stacey’s previous puppy, Rosie the Riveter, so she kept her distance from me in the car. Stacey held me the whole way! On the way home, the ladies decided that they were hungry, so we had to make a stop for food and to meet Ilene.
She was very excited to see both Beau (that’s what the people call my brother now) and me. That woman is crazy in love with Golden Retriever puppies. After a fun time there, we loaded back in the car and drove to meet Dr. Marcie and the entire staff at Brookeville Animal Hospital. Work came to a stand still when Beau and I entered the building!! No shots, just a short exam, a listen to the heart, and a weigh in (a weigh in, really! Don’t these people know how rude it is to tell the whole world how much a girl weighs?). All this talk about how BIG my paws are and how BIG I am going to be could give a girl a complex.
After the vet’s office, we had to stop by the HD offices to pick up stuff and meet more people. There was even champagne; I think that was because no puppies threw up in the car? After we got everything loaded it was time to take my first ride in Stacey’s car. Wait, where is Beau? Don’t forget Beau! And what’s this, now I am on the floor?! Where is my soft lap?! Where is my brother?! I remained calm outside, but my mind was racing; ok, truth be told, I was so exhausted I fell asleep in like 30 seconds.
Next stop, my new home.
The first thing I met was my newest canine competition, (oops, I mean companion) Cody; evidently he has been in Stacey’s house for a long time. He was not nearly as impressed with my arrival as everybody else had been. He looked at me and then looked at Stacey as if to say, another one, already, really. He basically ignores me, but sometimes when we go outside he will play tug of war with me.
So my first evening with my new family was going well; food, toys, hugs, kisses, tug of war, etc. Yippeee! This is gonna be a great life! After a while I started getting a bit cranky and they decided it was time to go to bed. Ok by me. I like sleeping just as much as the next puppy; I allowed myself (very contentedly, I do say) to be carried upstairs. What’s this? A Box? You want me to sleep in a box, with a locked door! Are you kidding me; where’s my brother, where’s my mother, where’s my lawyer!!?? Ok, so I am not proud of it, but I freaked out. I cried like the baby puppy I was. Flash forward one short week and that “box” is one of my favorite places to be after my very full, fun days.
On Monday morning it was off to the golf course! What a day. I met almost all of the other Hero Dog dogs and their very nice people. Lots and lots of other people. I rode in the golf cart, which I understand many of the big dogs were not too thrilled about. At the end of the day, I went up to the front of a noisy, crowded room and sat. They loved it!
Stacey went away to a place called the beach, so I got to spend some time with Becca and then with Jennifer. I can’t write too much about that now because Stacey wasn’t with me, if you get what I am saying. One thing I know for sure is they kept my little puppy self busy. One thing I do know is that I was pulling a wheelchair before I got to go home!!! Stacey has one too, so I do it here also. What fun, I love pulling. Drawers are no problem, and doors are a bit more of a challenge, but manageable.
I have had a very busy four weeks. If I described in detail all that I have been doing this would not be characterized as a summary but would be a novel. Suffice it to say that I get around. I have been to restaurants, grocery stores, pet stores, the mall, a beauty salon, several vet visits (I met the tiny horse that lives behind Brookeville Animal Hospital after my last visit), puppy school, the drug store, walks with the walking group, long walks in the field with another dog friend, and I have been to choir practice and I have been “adopted” as the official dog of Stacey’s church. I am learning how to sit, down, wait, come, walk on a leash (speaking of which, Stacey could use a few lessons on that one, you ought to see her. If I don’t keep my eyes on her she acts like a lunatic on the leash. Going every which way; she calms down when I stay close). There is this one “place” I go to upstairs in the bedroom and all I have to do is lay down and food falls from the sky. How cool is that. Have I mentioned that I love to ride in the car! There are always toys and stuff to chew on and food magically falls from above in the car too!
Well, Stacey says it is time to wrap things up. We have an early start in the morning. She says I am going to my first visit to Grandmother’s assisted living facility. Sounds like fun to me, whatever it means. Count me in!!!