Friday, August 2, 2013

Goddam the Puppyman

If the title of this blog throw's you a curve, it's an adaptation of the lyrics from the 1968 tune and album The Pusher by the rock band Steppenwolf.

My 3-month-old English pointer is not the culmination of bad choices that leads to a heroin habit. It's just that she's disruptive on about that scale.

Pogo has been with us for three weeks. Our 6-year-old Lab would have her whacked if he had access to a phone and a credit card. Our 5-year-old German wirehair nosedived to the bottom of his bipolarity index.

A day after Pogo's arrival we road-tripped to Wisconsin for a two-week lakeside vacation. On the way out we spent a week one night in a North Dakota hotel room that wasn't big enough to swing a dead cat. On the return trip, a larger hotel room surrounded by 30 open acres afforded the unique opportunity to do puppy wind sprints at the height of a blistering High Plains heat wave.

We arrived home hollow-eyed but hopeful. And in the five days since, Pogo has flourished. She pees approximately every 18.5 seconds and enjoys spreading two generations of dog toys around the house to make sure she still doesn't like any of them.

Were it not for my patient and long-suffering wife, Pogo would spend most of her puppyhood in a crate.

Nevertheless, Pogo's a cute pup with a great personality and a 12 o'clock tail on point. If we all survive her puppyhood, I'm convinced she's going to be a great bird dog.


2 comments:

  1. I am looking forward to meeting her as well! Sounds like she will give Peanut the nutcase a run for the money!!

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