My dog Casey - Finding him

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story of looking for a new puppy and finding him. There is more to come (hence his name that isn't in the story)

Submitted: August 18, 2014

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After thirteen years of marriage and no children, it was time for a big decision in the Morrow household. The time a semi-young married couple agrees to bring a new life into the home.
That's right...it was time to get a dog.
It is no secret that since I was a boy, I have loved every puppy I have ever seen, even in pictures. To me, not loving a puppy is kind of un-American. Not just un-American, it's downright inhuman.
Think of any of the worst villains throughout history and my bet is they hated puppies.
The Grinch... hated puppies.
Cruella de Vil... she hated puppies too.
And that guy that lives down the block that I don't really like very much, I'll bet he doesn't like puppies either.
But me, I love them all. Their childlike innocent faces  and cuddly bodies make it seem as if there is not a single problem in the world while you watch them cavort, bite ears and pretend to be tough. The clumsy goofiness, the bright sparkling eyes and perpetual smiles have the uncanny ability to lift the spirits of the deepest doldrums. It's as if they have some kind of magical power to render the toughest and meanest of us defenseless to their charms. I have never thought a negative thought while watching puppies play.
I grew up not really having a dog of my own. We had the stray here and there that would eventually disappear, but nothing that was really "My Dog".
Now, I am a grown man with a wife, a job and a house and it is time for me to have the dog of my dreams. Kind of like a super dog that will fulfill all of my dog hopes. A dog that sits on a mountain top while America the Beautiful is playing from some invisible source, as the wind blows gently through his magnificent coat, brimming with confidence, afraid of nothing. One who saves old women and children from certain danger, or a boy from a well. One that makes people say "Look, I think he's trying to tell us something".
That's the kind of dog I am going to have...
Little did I know how true that statement would eventually become.
My wife and I did a half-hearted search, but no really serious candidates turned up. We found a few hopefuls, but nothing touched my heart. We went to look, but ended up leaving empty handed each time with nothing to show other than; I got to hold a puppy. Which means of course I was in love with them before we left.
Suddenly, an ad is spotted for Golden Retrievers in Avon Park. Now, I don't know where Avon Park is, but Golden Retriever got my attention. The wife and I piled in the car and took the hour and a half trip, where the directions eventually led us to an old white wood frame house that looked as if it would fall down at any moment. We went up to the door and knocked where a heavyset old man with long grey hair and beard sauntered up. He was wearing blue jeans and actually had red suspenders on.
 "This is perfect" I thought, "The dog of my dreams is going to be delivered by Santa himself". We were greeted by the old man with a silent handshake. At his side was a magnificent and friendly Golden Retriever introduced to us as "Jake", the father of the reason we were there. "We called you earlier about the puppies" I said, "Yep" was all he was able to muster.
He turned and started into the house, where he and Jake led us down a narrow creaky corridor. He was walking slow down the long hallway and moving side to side like a metronome. His shoulders almost touched the walls on each side with every step in the cramped space. The smell of puppy, dog and old man was lingering in the air. When we reached the doorway and passed through, the room was completely closed off with a baby barrier blocking the entrance. We stood there un-noticed while ten beautiful furry fuzz balls of slightly differing reddish brown and blonde color, romped on the floor oblivious to everything else.
Paradise!
We waited for a short time and just observed. I knew instantly we would be leaving that day with at least one of these beautiful creatures. 
We were told to go in and pick one and as I stepped over the baby barrier I captured the attention of everyone, and was immediately besieged on all sides by a squadron of puppies. I had five furry balls of fluff on each foot and pant leg. It seems there must be something really evil about shoestrings because they were attacked with such great gusto I was almost toppled over.
There was growling, snarling, head shaking, licking, yelping and all around nonstop playful energy. I thought to myself "One of these is going to be a handful."
Little did I know how true that statement would eventually become.
They were all so gorgeous and lovable how do you pick? We are talking some serious decision making here. Like life and death type stuff. Like NASA stuff. 
The thought running through my mind at that moment must have been evident because I glance over at my wife and she gives me the silent but deadly look of "We cannot take all ten puppies!" So with that, the task at hand is now trying to decide which one will go home with us. I began to eye the room and zero in on a couple of the lighter colored ones. They were soft with round fat bellies and I tried to hold them throughout the squirming with much difficulty.  There was enthusiastic licking each time as if I were a long lost companion that had not been seen for ages, and for some reason puppies feel a kiss is not truly a kiss, unless it is planted squarely on the mouth of the recipient.
As hard as it was, I looked to my wife and said "This one". Little did I know, she had been involved in her own evaluation process and said "No, this one, there is something about his eyes". I tried to sway her to a lighter colored one, but again she insisted there was something special about the one she was holding. As I could not really distinguish one from the other, I agreed and we set to conclude with the Santa and head for home.
We procured a box for the new member of the family and started out for an exciting and more fulfilling life with a beautiful Golden Retriever puppy. This being the first time away from his littermates and a long drive with everything being unfamiliar to him, I expected a lot of crying, whimpering and a general unsettled demeanor. 
But you know what? He didn't make a single sound for the entire hour and a half.
He sat quietly, lifted his head above the edge of the box once or twice, and then nestled in for the rest of the ride.  It was just then I realized the wind from the open window was blowing gently through his magnificent coat, and while very young, he seemed to be brimming with confidence, afraid of nothing.
I was thinking "This is going to be a magnificent dog."
Little did I know how true that statement would eventually become.

 


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