Day 1 The Pickup
By: Brandon
By: Brandon
8:00 am..... Ashley of course is wide awake as the sun rises and I am, well doing as I do best and snoring. Ashley proceeds to jump on me and chanting like a pagan ritual: Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly. Being my grumpy self in the mornings I attempted to place my head under the pillow to avoid the pagan puppy dance of wake up doom. However, Ashley is not one to give up or be ignored so her chanting turned into questions and some normal wake up behaviors such as: automated tooth brush noise, make up slamming against the bathroom sink, drawers and doors opening and closing, getting clothes out, and finally the dagger. "Do you want me to start the water for you to take a shower"? One of my favorite past times is showering in water as hot as you can possibly stand so I could not refuse such a sly offer. Did she actually want me to take a shower? I believe not, I think it was all a clever plan to finally move me from my tomb of pillows. Either way, I welcome a hot shower any morning. Now that the shower was over I hastily got ready to attend my only class of the day!
As usual, Ashley and I rode to school together. We took her SUV because it had the new pups crate, collar, blanket, leash, and poopbags all loaded up and ready for the 2 hour drive to the bottom of the state. Ashley had taken pleasure in loading up everything that the new puppy would need and then some. We rode to school and, just as I usually do, I walked to my office, dropped of my coat, and grabbed my computer. During class my mind was wandering to what this new puppy would be like or how he would he change my life. I am generally a happy person so he wouldn't be fixing any depression or deep underlying issues. My hopes were that he would make me organized and even put me on a schedule.
Finally class was over and it was time to make the journey to get my dawg.... ohhh wait, no lets go and talk to the lady about my teaching evaluation and prolong my fat fluffy friend for what seemed like the longest 30 minutes of my life. First let me say that I love Dr. M and I listened to every word she had to say, but my heart was already down the mountain and on the way to "Walter."
Okay, now it was time! I swiftly ran down the stairs out the building doors and to Ashley's SUV! For the next two hours I bided my time and sang along with the local radio stations as they gained and lost reception. Finally my GPS said "you will arrive at your destination in 5 minutes." As I counted the seconds to my new pup, the phone rang. It was the puppy owner was calling to see where I was and how long until I would arrive for the new pup. I pulled into the drive way of what looked to be the same house repeated a billion times in this suburban neighborhood. A younger guy about my age greeted me as I exited the vehicle and his wife came outside to greet me as well. As I walked up the stairs the gentle whimper of puppy play greeted each step I took.
As I walked into the room where the pups were huddling, they all turned around but only one puppy was bold enough to run up to me. This pup looked to be the largest of the group. As this pup walked up to me he proceeded to chew on my tennis shoes. When the owners walked into the room I asked which was "Walter"? Their response was one that I was not expecting. This sweet puppy in the pictures that I had been waiting for was in fact the largest puppy of the group and gnawing on my shoe. He was also the most dominant over the rest of the litter. Having learned that this pup was mine I instantly snatched him up and started to cuddle him in my arms. We walked downstairs to let the pups outside to play with their mother and father one last time and to let him go potty. I signed all the papers and finished making the final payment for my new friend. I picked Jelly up and slipped his new collar on, but this was naturally a problem because it was too large for him. The pictures were very deceiving on the size of the puppy. Either way, I left the collar on him and proceeded to load him into the crate that Ashley had loaded into the car the night before.
The sounds that occurred next from a puppy were the most horrifying i'd ever heard in my life. The new pup, was not only whimpering and yelping, but he was screaming. I pulled off at the nearest Bojangles for a quick snack and tried to calm him down. I got him a small bowl of water and myself a Cajun chicken biscuit with fries and a tea. I lifted the hatch to the SUV and opened the crate door. The pup was indifferent to what was happening so his first reaction was to poke his head through the crate door and instantly plunge into my fries. He skipped the chicken biscuit and the tea. He wanted the seasoned fries whose smell overwhelmed the car. After eating I decided I couldn't stand the cries of my new found friend. I shut the crate door and closed the hatch to the SUV. With the pup in my lap I proceeded to drive home to deliver this baby to his new mamma. On the way home he had a very distinct pattern of popping his head up and then deciding the world was moving too fast for him to be sitting up. Finally we arrive home to find Ashley waiting for her Jelly Dawg.
As usual, Ashley and I rode to school together. We took her SUV because it had the new pups crate, collar, blanket, leash, and poopbags all loaded up and ready for the 2 hour drive to the bottom of the state. Ashley had taken pleasure in loading up everything that the new puppy would need and then some. We rode to school and, just as I usually do, I walked to my office, dropped of my coat, and grabbed my computer. During class my mind was wandering to what this new puppy would be like or how he would he change my life. I am generally a happy person so he wouldn't be fixing any depression or deep underlying issues. My hopes were that he would make me organized and even put me on a schedule.
Finally class was over and it was time to make the journey to get my dawg.... ohhh wait, no lets go and talk to the lady about my teaching evaluation and prolong my fat fluffy friend for what seemed like the longest 30 minutes of my life. First let me say that I love Dr. M and I listened to every word she had to say, but my heart was already down the mountain and on the way to "Walter."
Okay, now it was time! I swiftly ran down the stairs out the building doors and to Ashley's SUV! For the next two hours I bided my time and sang along with the local radio stations as they gained and lost reception. Finally my GPS said "you will arrive at your destination in 5 minutes." As I counted the seconds to my new pup, the phone rang. It was the puppy owner was calling to see where I was and how long until I would arrive for the new pup. I pulled into the drive way of what looked to be the same house repeated a billion times in this suburban neighborhood. A younger guy about my age greeted me as I exited the vehicle and his wife came outside to greet me as well. As I walked up the stairs the gentle whimper of puppy play greeted each step I took.
As I walked into the room where the pups were huddling, they all turned around but only one puppy was bold enough to run up to me. This pup looked to be the largest of the group. As this pup walked up to me he proceeded to chew on my tennis shoes. When the owners walked into the room I asked which was "Walter"? Their response was one that I was not expecting. This sweet puppy in the pictures that I had been waiting for was in fact the largest puppy of the group and gnawing on my shoe. He was also the most dominant over the rest of the litter. Having learned that this pup was mine I instantly snatched him up and started to cuddle him in my arms. We walked downstairs to let the pups outside to play with their mother and father one last time and to let him go potty. I signed all the papers and finished making the final payment for my new friend. I picked Jelly up and slipped his new collar on, but this was naturally a problem because it was too large for him. The pictures were very deceiving on the size of the puppy. Either way, I left the collar on him and proceeded to load him into the crate that Ashley had loaded into the car the night before.
The sounds that occurred next from a puppy were the most horrifying i'd ever heard in my life. The new pup, was not only whimpering and yelping, but he was screaming. I pulled off at the nearest Bojangles for a quick snack and tried to calm him down. I got him a small bowl of water and myself a Cajun chicken biscuit with fries and a tea. I lifted the hatch to the SUV and opened the crate door. The pup was indifferent to what was happening so his first reaction was to poke his head through the crate door and instantly plunge into my fries. He skipped the chicken biscuit and the tea. He wanted the seasoned fries whose smell overwhelmed the car. After eating I decided I couldn't stand the cries of my new found friend. I shut the crate door and closed the hatch to the SUV. With the pup in my lap I proceeded to drive home to deliver this baby to his new mamma. On the way home he had a very distinct pattern of popping his head up and then deciding the world was moving too fast for him to be sitting up. Finally we arrive home to find Ashley waiting for her Jelly Dawg.
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