RORY RECOUNTS HIS DAY OF ARRIVAL At BOB AND FAY’S: IMPRISONMENT?
Imagine coming from a cloistered existence at Ardendale Kennels into the bright lights and sounds of a new world!
Overwhelming! A delightful yet at times terrifying interjection into humanity and my new home.
Carried in through the door and set down on the floor. A continual whimpering as I cruised along the main floor of the “modest 13 room Bridlepath cottage” where Bob and Fay live. Over and over. Around. Under. Up. Down. I don’t know what to make of it. Bob and Fay think I am whining and whimpering but these are cries of astonishment. There is a very faint unmistakeable smell of a Westie here and there. Who could that West Highland Terrier have been?
Bob and Fay soft talk me. I am under a strong perception they are overwhelmed and saddened. I query why?
I have a bowl of cold water and a munch of kibble and I go in my jail cell. A cage with a soft mat. How cruel. I think I should have remained at the kennel. What type of people imprison a Westie in a cage! They call it “necessary crate training”. I do not like this.
I smell distress on Bob and that makes us equal.
At three in the morning, I howl in terror. Bob lifts me out of the crate and rocks me back and forth soft talking me to sleep.
What a day!
Do all puppies have an initial day like me. Is this puppydom?
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