One of our own whom we called
"T-bone," now known as "Jack"
Hello Monday Memories Readers! Today's Monday Memories kicks off the 24 Paws Participation Week. For this special week we are throwing out a dog questions and looking for your answers to get to know our readers a little better.
So our first question for the week is: Which do you prefer: Puppies or Adult Dogs?
Now if you'd asked me this at any other point in my life, my answer would be, hands down, adult dogs. Now don't get me wrong I love puppies and everything that is puppy, but they could never grow up fast enough for me. I couldn't wait to get through the whole puppy phase so that I could do all of those 'big dog' things that I've always loved when they became adults. In fact when we got Alex, he was 9 years old and it was a great relief to not have to go through all the training and housebreaking.
OK, you can stop growing, NOW!!
(4 week old pups)
Ask me the same question now and you'd be amazed how quickly a litter of 10 puppies can make you rethink all of that puppy stuff. No matter how much I read or videos I saw, I was never fully prepared when the puppies were born that they would practically grow and develop right in front of my eyes. Ever minute was like watching the impossible happen. One day they are dragging themselves across the whelping box and the next they crawling and stumbling on wobbly legs and I witnessed these incredible beings never stop to risr to their next challenge. They never gave up, they just kept going. They didn't sit and pout or cry if they fell, they had a goal: to reach that teat before their brother or sister. Ten of them all striving for the same thing. Talk about absolutely beautiful inspiration.
When they were four weeks old, past the newborn stages and really began to look like miniature puppies, I would have done anything to be able to find a magic formula and keep them that way forever. That age made the biggest impact on me in ways I couldn't even imagine. If I could have stopped time, I would.
The entire experience gave me a deeper respect and appreciation to all of the puppy stages that I was always trying to rush through and an understanding of the importance of letting them grow and mature at their own pace. I can not tell you how many celebrations we had for the many accomplishments each puppy made trying out their new legs or getting the courage to think about jumping on the chair, it was the stuff of champions!!.
Another one of our boys
Formerly "Red," now called "Stone"
So while I will still always love being able to do all those 'big dog' things, I will cherish the puppy stages with a deeper sense of gratitude. Those ten little puppies whom I was so blessed with taught me to never give up and to celebrate everything. :)
So tell us, what is your favorite stage of a dog's life?