Puppy Letters
Once in awhile as a breeder you wish you could be the puppy in it's great new home. The few letters that follow sure made my heart smile. Hoping they do the same for you.
Hi Grandpa Paul,
How are you doing? How's Dad? Mama told me that you wanted her to write about me. Mama is getting old and her brain is on the fritz and she was going to tell you about all the naughty things I did, so I thought I better write to you myself. I think she is still mad about the time I chewed up her wedding ring. I tried to explain that she could still wear it as a funky pendant, but the thought of something that went through me kind of freaks her out. But it is alot shinier and than it was before and I thought alot prettier. Well, I am very busy. I am her service dog, or as she likes to call me, her four hairy legs in desperate need of a shave. So far, she hasn't shaved my legs. She felt bad for a long time that I did not have a puppyhood for a long time, but I told her that I get to go to so many places that other dogs don't get to go. And I am always with her.
Grandpa, she always tells me the story about how no one wanted to sell her a Saint, because she had no experience with one before. She didn't want a lab as a service dog, cause she isn't that fast anymore. You were willing to take a chance on her and she was so very happy. I wanted to tell you that not only did Mama get hurt in the military, Mama got very, very sad. Bad things happened to Mama and she has very bad memories. Sometimes she cries and I go to her and lay in her lap and then she forgets why she was sad. If that doesn't work, I go outside to the backyard and dig holes. She forgets all about the military then. People didn't want to sell her a puppy cause she is a disabled vet and they thought she couldn't take care of me. She was so glad she met you, and you understood.
Let's see....I traveled in a plane from Alaska to San Diego in the spring time. What a difference!!!!! Mama is a California girl so she took me to the beach. Not quite like Alaska and I let her know that. Two years later and I am taking surfing lessons. I guess the moral to that story is don't stick your tongue out to Mama. Oh yea, for a while I was taking herding lessons. I guess you never know when a herd of sheep will invade San Diego. But when they do, I know how to herd sheep. Oh yea, for the last two years I have also been working a therapy dog at an Alzheimer home. I love going there. The people there love me and pet me and talk to me. I love them, too.
I went to Puppy school and when I graduated I had a dog cake that Mama bought. She said that I acted alot like her when she graduated. She had a party and that is all she will say. Something about, Daddy doesn't need to know. Then for me graduation gift, I became ConeHead dog and barked in a higher voice. Daddy felt very sorry for me.(neutered)
Well, Mama is making breakfast and that means I have to help her. Besides, if I look really sad she alway gives me goody. Hee-hee....I have her so well trained.
I love you,
Kodiak the Sequel
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Dear Grandpa Paul,
I had a very busy week. Mama had to go to the hospital for a very long test. We sat in the waiting room, and Mama tried to get to the magazine rack to find something to read because we were going to be there for a long time. No one would let Mama get to the rack. People sat in front of the magazine rack. I felt so sad for Mama, so I let out a silent but deadly. Oh you should have seen Mama's face as people made funny faces and left the room. Mama kept apologzing for me, but I know Daddy would have said "Good Boy!" And Mama got to read her magazines. After all, I am Mama's service dog.
During one of the tests, I was lying down and oops! Oh you should have seen one doctors face. He had to leave. He made such funny faces.
Grandpa Paul, you have to do something about Mama. She brushes my teeth.
I talked to Daddy, but he said he does not interfere with Mama about me. Something about wanting to live. I told her that I am a part of the mighty wolf and they do not brush their teeth. Oops! Wrong thing to say. Please tell Mama that there is no Mama wolves chasing after their cubs with a tooth brush and minty toothpaste! That I should have beefy flavored breath like from a t-bone steak. Mama said some things that I can not repeat. I keep forgetting that Mama was a salty, (very salty), sailor.
I told her that she shouldn't brush my teeth. Mama said she could because was older than me. Then I said that she served under Noah, and that she knew Moby Dick when he was minnow. I thought I was being funny and she would take it as a joke.
Please Grandpa Paul help me. She has my SpongeBob Square Pants tooth brush with doggy tooth paste. Help me please.......
Kodiak
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Dear Grandpa Paul,
Mama told me I was born in Alaska. I told Mama that I have wild wolf blood in me, because my ancestors were wolves and that since I was from Alaska I was a born hunter. I told Mama that Alaska has caribou, elk and moose and I was going to hunt them and eat them. Mama said since I live in San Diego, good luck and to stay away from the zoo.
Grandpa Paul, please tell Mama that I am a ferocious hunter. I can stalk my prey and shred them to pieces.Mama said that I could hunt and shred my kibbles.
Please tell Mama that hunting wild animals and hunting kibbles in the kitchen are two different things. I don't think she understands. Also, Mama said wolves sleep in dens, not on their piddle pads.
Well, I now know how to cart.
The better to carry the bodies of the caribou, elk and moose that I hunt in San Diego, as long as I don't go to the zoo. Mama says that I am not allowed there. I sometimes wonder if other ferocious wolves have nagging mothers?
She sure knows how to take the wolfiness out of me. That and those baths that I take. Do the wild wolves in Alaska smell like honeysuckle and plumeria flowers? And minty breath? Come on Mama.....I'm a wild boy wolf! Grandpa Paul, Please talk to Mama!
Well, carting sure confuses me. I have to be by Mama's side all the time and when she tries to go to the back where the cart is I freak out! Mama doesn't walk very well and what happens if she falls and gets hurt? I must protect her. That is my job. Mama thought she would sit on on bench and rest and my job is to always be by her side, so I climbed up, too. Mama said to keep the cart on the ground.
I alot of people stared at us, but when Mama said that she loved me and that I was a good boy, I was in
heaven. Mama said that when I get home she would give me hotdogs and bacon to stalk and hunt in my dinner bowl. Mmmm....bacon....
I guess I will keep Mama even though I smell like a flower bouquet with minty breath.
Night Night
Kodiak
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Grandpa Paul,
As u can see once again I have grown out of another dog bed. Mom took me to see Mark, my vet. He is a really nice man and I like him a lot. He sits on the floor with me and gives me lots of love. I also think he really likes me to, as he gave me a couple pinches on my butt today. Mom called me tubby when I got on that big flat shinny thing and then mumbled something like, "wow 67 pounds".
I am doing very well as I started puppy learning classes and mom is very happy with me as she told me I am very smart and learn quick. Today she was so proud of me, as I was going to eat something off the ground she said was really nasty...guess her definition of nasty and my definition are very different. She told me to "leave it" which is something we have been learning together and listened to her. I left it there and went to her. Mom gave my so many hugs and kisses that I need to remember that for next time.Well grandpa it's been a long day and both mom and I are tired after our bath time.
Miss u and tell momma Orca I am good and miss her kisses.
EACHNA (on-na)
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Hi Grandpa Paul!
I know it has been a while since I wrote to you, but I want to tell you my side of the story before Mom does. Last Thursday, Mom had to get ready to go to the doctor's again.... and we were outside in the back yard, and I know my brothers and I have gotten in trouble for digging holes, (But they are so much fun.....) and Dad filled in the holes, but there was this one hole that it just appeared out of nowhere (really!) and Mom fell in and couldn't get out of the hole. Grandpa Paul, I am her service dog and I have been trained to help Mom. She did not have to call me. I calmly walked over to her and I am suppose to lay by herside and she can climb up on top of me. But there was no place for me to lay beside her, so I did the next best thing. I got on top of her and laid down. Mom missed her appointment.
Love Kodie
