Sometimes, it seems like just yesterday that Küster was a wild little ankle nipper at our house. Other times, it’s hard to believe that he was ever that little. When we were enduring his puppyhood, I had a theory that puppy breath contains some powerful amnesiac abilities that make humans forget about all of their horrible misdeeds. This week, I was reminded about just how strong those abilities are.
I hope that everyone out there knows that you can’t go into sharing life with a puppy lightly. Sure, there are tons of cute pictures out there of puppies all over the place that glamorize the experience, but the reality is a whole different set of cat’s pajamas. Küster was convinced that I tasted like chicken and he was taking bites out of me for months. People advised me that if I yelped and acted hurt, he would stop biting. Ha ha ha! That just sent him into a biting frenzy.
He tried to train us to let him out of his ex-pen by pooping in it, thinking that would mean I took him out and let him run around while I cleaned up the mess. I would take him outside and walk and walk and walk around with him and he wouldn’t go. He saved that for inside so I’d have to turn him loose and clean up. It took a month of frog marching his furry bottom over to a crate and leaving him in there while I cleaned up to convince him that it was not going to fly.
I could go on and on, and there were certainly a lot of funny stories during his growing up years. He taught me that having puppies isn’t for sissies. I also thought that having gone through the experience, I’d developed some immunity to puppy cuteness.
A good friend of ours got a new German Shepherd puppy last week and we got to meet her on Monday evening. They haven’t decided on a name for her yet, but I have a feeling that Quest is going to win out. Our friend brought the puppy on Monday night to our small dog obedience class to give her exposure to new people and places. When she asked us to go out and bring the puppy in, my husband could not get out there fast enough. I will admit that I wasn’t far behind him.
I’m not going go lie to you, this puppy is ridiculously cute. She’s a busy little body, but incredibly smart. Already she knows that sitting gets her a lot of attention and treats. This puppy knows that she can train everyone in the room to adore her cuteness in no time. My husband, the man of the stone heart, looked at me and gushed “I want another puppy!” I was so busy admiring Quest’s cuteness that it took a few minutes for the anomaly of the words to sink in.
In a matter of minutes, we were both helpless against the puppy’s powers and had forgotten all about any bad things Küster had ever done. That puppy breath is potent stuff, I tell you. I was almost ready to kidnap her and bring her home, but it turns out that her human is already pretty attached to her.
After class was over, we waved good-bye to the puppy and then went off to console ourselves with some ice cream. We came home and four former puppies were all happy to see us, greeting us with mostly good manners and wagging tails. Nobody even tested to see if I tasted like chicken and the comfortable reality of life without a puppy began to sink in. I am glad that we’ll be able to visit Quest from time to time and see her grow up, but I am also glad that nobody is going to be chewing my shoes, biting my ankles or trying to teach me new tricks for a while. The next time we visit, though, I’m taking a gas mask, just to be on the safe side.