You know The Dog For You simply by the connection you two make from the start. This is based on a true story. When I was a little girl, I was probably in 3rd or 4th grade, my Dad took us to get our very first pet puppy. Friends of Dad’s just had a litter. And we had been asking for a puppy for a couple of years. The “we” are my Three (3) brothers and me. As kids do, we played with strays and other people’s pets, but this was going to be ours. I remember being so excited. I couldn’t wait to get there, the ride seemed like it took forever.
The Arrival
We lived in Ohio and had to go to Indiana. My Dad played the radio and sang songs with us to pass the time, but we still asked the age-old question, “Are we there yet”? Dad would just say “No” and started signing in his baritone voice and that would get us laughing. So did going up and down hills and taking sharp curves that made us roll over each other in the back seat. Wearing seatbelts wasn’t a law back then.
And finally, we arrived. We kids jumped out of the car and raced each other to the door where we stopped and waited for Dad to catch up to us. And he picked me up and hugged me tight. I put my arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as I could. And he knocked on the door.
You Just Know The Dog
When Mr. Johnson opened the door we wanted to run inside, but of course, we had been told to behave ourselves. So we politely said our hellos and gave Mr. & Mrs. Johnson hugs. They gave us cookies and milk which was great, but all we wanted was to see the puppies.
Now mind you, we didn’t know what kind of puppies we would be seeing. I don’t think any of us cared, we just wanted one. And then Mrs. Johnson asked if we were ready to see them and I started jumping up and down and clapping my hands and we all said a resounding YES! And we followed her into the living room and there they were.
The cutest little Boston Terrier puppies you had ever seen. If I remember correctly there were at least 8. We got to play with all of them so we could see which one liked best. Of course, the boys liked them all. But I was struck by one puppy in particular.
She was different than the others. There was something different about her colors and her eyes. She walked right over to me, licked my knee, and climbed on my lap. And I knew this was the dog. This was the one I wanted to take home. I took her to my Dad and begged him to let this be the puppy we take home. I thought my brothers were going to be difficult. But once they saw her they started coming up with names. In the end, there was only one name we all agreed on and it was Ginger.
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