FOREWARD
My name is Rory Dylan Stephen. I am a West Highland Terrier. We are brave, loyal, curious, stubborn and knock you over cute.
I am a late summer pup.
If you query what is this smartass puppy doing writing his memoirs. For God’s sake he’s only a puppy! I am writing this masterpiece to impart a puppy’s perspective on life that is just beginning. Just chuck these guidebooks on puppy raising and get the skinny, the real thing from me. I am a puppy after all and you people reading this are curious humans. Yes, I can see right off the bat we are going to hit it off.
Why the title “Lost in Puppydom”?
Not to undermine my credibility but quite frankly I was lost. I barely remember my mother and well father was a flash in the pan….what were those lyrics, “Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he went was his home.”
One minute I am cuddling with mother and my siblings, the next moment I am in a car with humans I think are strangers hurtling at great speeds to my destiny. There are colours, bright lights and voices overwhelming me. I am lost in space. I don’t understand what these humans are saying to me. No one was there to translate. And as I make strange sounds like whimpering and whining I am not sad or distressed but they think I am. They are lost in translation like me.
Poor Mr. Bill Murray in the movie, “Lost in Translation” as a man uncertain of his past, present and future. Quite like me in an automobile listening to classical music and traffic reports that are never encouraging travelling into and out of Toronto. Genn Gould pounding on his piano is making me nervous.
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