This is the greatest day of my life! Granted I’ve only been alive for 56 days so I don’t have a lot of experience to compare today to, but this feels pretty amazing!
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name’s Marley. I’m a puppy, and a pretty cute one if you believe what my new family says (and they say it a LOT). I don’t want to get a big head, but I’m growing every day, so I guess that’s unavoidable.
This is my initial tail wag to the world. I thought I’d start a journal to share my experiences because life just keeps getting better and better! Plus, I didn’t want to let my ability to type go to waste. So back to the story!
Have you ever felt like fate was sniffing you right in the butt? I did the day I met my new family! My hooman mummy and daddy picked me up for the first time at the Sydney “heir port” which is I assume a place where you pick up the children that will eventually replace you. They were so excited to see me, “the Boss” particularly. That’s what Mummy likes to be called. I understand now it’s a pretty common reaction for hoomans when they get within eyeshot of a puppy. That could prove useful.
Daddy didn’t grab me and squeeze me repeatedly like The Boss did, which I appreciated, but he did perk up when Mummy told him he finally had the ginger boy he’d always wanted. Best I can tell “ginger” either means, “freaking bloody amazing” or “red-haired”. I’m assuming it’s the former, but since Daddy’s head fur looks like mine, it might be the second.
So we get home and my brain explodes at all the new sights and smells. All I wanted to do was sniff every inch of the backyard but my new hooman brother and sister wouldn’t leave me alone! It was two solid hours of shrieking and giggling, picking me up and putting me down. I mean, I love them, but come on! My “to doo doo” list was getting pretty long and I couldn’t get a moment to myself.
Oh, and did I mention the bow tie collars? Yeah, these are a thing. I’ll admit I was a little put off at first, having a tie wrapped around my neck without being asked, but the more I wear them, the more I like them.
I mean, I’m cute. That much is clear. But these bow-tie collars take me to cuteness factor 5,000! I don’t know where she finds them, but Mummy’s got at least one for every day of the week. If I wore a shirt and pants I’d have a bow-tie to match every outfit. (Side note: I get the feeling that if Mummy could put me in a shirt and pants, she would. Haven’t decided how to feel about that yet.)
But my new family is great. Get this...they feed me...food. Every day! Water, too! Plus, a walk whenever I want one. Don’t be jealous. I know I’ve got it pretty good, so I try to stay humble. It’s hard sometimes since I’m so “ginger”, but I hope this journal will help keep me grounded and buried in a nice hole somewhere in the back yard.
Wags until next time!