On our return, the breeder let the litter out again and the same pup bounded over to greet us, his tail expressing total ecstasy. “I just knew you’d come back!”
We rubbed his wriggly body all over and tickled his ears.
“Can we go home now?” his face plainly said.
He stood close to us while we paid for him and were given the breeder’s absolute assurance that we’d get our AKC registration papers very soon (which never happened).
When I bent down to lift up our new puppy, he licked my face three times.
“Hurray! I’m going home!”
He lay quietly in my arms as I carried him away from that over-crowded existence. He didn’t look back once or whimper good-bye to his family. I think he sensed we could offer him a home with kindness, masses of attention, and many acres to run around.
Perhaps he
