Two years ago we purchased our first child, a velvety black lab puppy who was a head taller than her litter-mates. Though she wasn’t our first choice (we originally wanted a chocolate), she quickly won our hearts. We think she was the one with the bucket on her head in the ad on Craig’s List. She sat for her food while all the other puppies jumped and rolled around at the breeder’s feet. Her black hair shone amber in the sun. She had white feet. She licked her mom’s face. And she came to us when we called. We chose her and named her Jersey.
Though she can’t speak or give back rubs or change diapers like I hoped she would, she certainly gives back. Jersey is hysterical when we’ve had a rough day, she lets us nap on her soft fur, she licks my cheek when I cry, she obeys (most of the time), and she listens to our secrets and sorrows better than any human. We’ve been amazed by how she’s reacted to Finn. She’s an incredibly protective dog…you may have experienced her growling at you upon entering our home…so we were nervous about how she’d behave with our tiny intruder. Surprisingly, it’s been so natural. She smells him, tries to lick his head (though we interfere) and stands guard wherever he is. She will literally sit or lie at the door way and beside him while he sleeps. She ran circles around the stroller on our walk this morning. I think she knows he’s part of our team.
Though we weren’t given the opportunity to go to a breeder and choose Finn based on his merits, and this pregnancy/birth experience is certainly not the way I would have chosen, I’m beginning to see he’s better than my plan. He’s the pick of the litter.