My girl Brittany
I think it's time you meet my girl, my girl Brittany that is. When she entered my world, Brittany was only four weeks old. We'll all agree it is way too young for a puppy to be separated from her mother. Guess what ? It beat the alterrnative !
Because she was deprived so early of her mother's love and attention, she bonded with me immediately, or should I say I bonded with her. Either way, we became the best of friends.
She was given to me as a Christmas present by a close friend. One day, my friend arrived at my place carrying a small cage and I thought she had brought along her own dog, a tiny Yorkshire terrier. Not so ! Out of the cage came a dark tiny ball of fur with no name yet. Needless to say, I was in shock. But I had earlier expressed the desire to have another dog someday, and with great consideration, my friend had picked up on it.
Very early on, I decided that wherever I would go, so would my dog everytime it would be possible. Being self employed, she could be with me all the time, and she was laying in the Florida sun, right in front of my workshop, something she always loved to do. She was free to roam around within the perimeter I had defined for her, and only once or twice did she run away. Seven years ago, I acquired a small, unpretentious "pied a terre" in Western Europe. Naturally, Brittany was part of the trip and I made sure I got her wings from the flight attendant. Getting there was a nightmare. We were rerouted from Detroit to Amsterdam instead of Paris, and in the end, with the layovers, it took almost 16 hours to get there. I'll remember all my life the moment of relief I experienced when I saw the cage coming up on the luggage carousel, with something moving inside. My son and the dog bonded immediately. and when the time came to come back home, he offered to keep her until I returned. Saying goodbye was hard, but I knew she was in good hands. A few months later, I returned and we got reunited and spent several months in the country together again, and ever since, this has become a yearly routine.
A dog is the best companion I can imagine, this side of a good woman if only I could meet one. A dog's love and loyalty are out of this world. They are alwas happy to see you. Trained properly, they're really not much of a bother. They like to be involved in human activities. And I firmly believe they do have a wonderful sense of humor. And boy, do they like to play. Tennis balls should be renamed dog's balls
So here's my girl, my girl Brittany. I'll see her again this Cristmas and I can't wait to shake her paw and give her a big hug. What can I say, I just love the fuzzy ball...
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