AnnIme

Friday, December 24, 2004

DOLF EATS CHRISMAS

After his Granmother died my son, Sean, went right out and adopted a son.

This was not the conventional type of adoption; Sean happened to spy the saddest of all puppies in the back of a glassed in showcase at a mall pet center. Sean later said it looked like the poor pup was saying "no one wants me" to him. So (having more money than sense; at my Mom's behest) Sean picked the pup up and paid the princely sum of $1,000 for the needy Rottweiler babe.

Rottwieler pups are not the most endearing babies of the animal kingdom. True, they are completely adorable, sturdy and cuddly but they are all Baby Huey destructo beastlettes who can gnaw their way to China if you allow them to keep chewing.

If you can get past the baby stage of a Rottweiler you will be rewarded with a very smart overly protective fine member of the family; albeit a grown destructo beast....that is,if you can get through the puppy stage.

My first introduction to Dolf (aka Lord Adolf Vadar) was when he was about 3 months old. I came to spend the night with Sean and try to settle my Mom's estate. While I was asleep that night, Dolf ate my shoes.

Sean told me Dolf never ate anyone's shoes, before acting as though it was some sort of spectacular honor...but this had a dubious ring to my ears. Although he had only baby teeth, Dolph was shredding wood blocks and putting punctures in beer cans, so why would I assume he had only just that day decided to nibble shoes as well? We had to put up everything around him for fear he would hurt his innerds trying to digest, but still somehow, he would find unprotected bits of furniture, pillow, clothes and rent them up like a walking garbage disposal with four legs.

I love dogs but I could not for my life imagine why Sean was putting up with this puppy. Yet the bond between the two seemed cemented with Super Glue and Dolf had provided the right medicine to soothe the greiving Sean or else he just took up so much of Sean's time; Sean did not have any spare moments to dwell on my Mother's death.






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