Sarge Speaks

I want to clear up a bit of confusion that you people, readers of Daddy's blog, have.  It's not that he's a liar, but he just doesn't remember details very well.  I remember details though.  He tells people that he rescued me from the shelter, but that's not the way I remember it.  That day there was a special event for all the puppies, but I was the star of the show.  There was a nice family from the suburbs with a yard and young kids and another with two other dogs and a pretty single lady who needed companionship.  They were all in line at my kennel trying to get my attention.  There was this nice elderly lady who needed my help getting around, to protect her from harm, and this young blonde boy who loved me so much he just wanted to hug me and kiss on me.  That kid drooled more than I do.  Like I said, I was the star. 

Whose choice was it really?  Daddy tells people that he came over and chose me, paid the fees, and took me home.  What really happened is that I stayed aloof from all those people because I was looking for a place where I would find the best home, where I would be the most comfortable.  Unfortunately no shepherds came looking for good herding dogs, and no dog handlers came looking for alpha males to control their dog packs.  But I did see Daddy and Sugar walking around looking for a pet, but there was something about these two that I could feel.  They didn't need a pet, they needed guidance.  Daddy was obviously in a bit of confusion.  I found out later that it was because Large, his boy wasn't with him most of the time, and he was making a big life change – going from a ton of work all over the place to working mostly from home.  He was going to be lonely and he was going to need someone to keep him on the straight and narrow.  In short, Sugar needed someone to help her take care of Daddy.  She couldn't do it all on her own.