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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Polly: Chapter 1

*I actually had this following post drafted a long time ago and just found it again!

It seems that I have had my poodle pup for almost a year and have never fully explained how I came to own her. As I looked into her big brown eyes this morning, she said to me "Mom, why haven't you told your friends all about me? You must not love me." Sigh. She's right. It's time for Polly stories. And, oh, do I have stories to tell!

By a twist of fate, I came to discover that my brother's friends' dad had a litter of standard poodle puppies that he was giving away. For free. So, two days later, I found Granny and myself driving across town to pick up the pup.

Let me back up. When I called to inquire about the puppies, this is what I was told.

"I've got one little girl left. She's spunky. She loves playing with her brothers. I'm keeping two, but I've got this one left. I've got poodles running out of my ears, so the sooner you can get her the better. I'm giving them away for a friend who has fallen on hard times."

"Oh! What a sweet story! He has a sweet little spunky poodle and it just so happens that she's going to be mine! I bet she'll be the sweetest, calmest, most non-destructive puppy EVER," I naively thought. After all, I had read that the standards are docile dogs who just like human company. Easy. Chill. Mellow yellow.

So, two days after that fateful phone call, granny and I geared up to go get her. On the way over, I got a phone call from the gentleman saying that he was running a little behind because he had to catch the puppy and that had been a difficult task and that he would be five minutes late.

I heard a dog screaming over the phone. Uh oh.

When he got there, he plopped her down on the grass and smiled.

"She likes to ride in my jacket so that she feels safe. She's only five weeks old so she's going to need a lot of attention since she's been weaned so early. She'll eat regular dog food and water so you shouldn't have any problems. She's a real sweet dog."

Let me tell you, she was the cutest little thing I have ever seen. Here's a pic of her when we got her home:

 She was really the cutest puppy I've ever seen!

Someone doesn't know how big (or small) they are!
About a week later, my brother's pal was at the house working out when Polly and I came in to say hello.

"Oh, I didn't know that YOU got her..."

"What do you mean? Isn't she the cutest!"

"Yeah she's cute alright. She was the meanest one! She would beat the crap out of her brothers and sisters! She's not even the biggest one but she would have them all screaming for mercy."

Oh. Great. Monster dog! I had, in fact, gotten a hold of the Alpha female.

She couldn't even get over the front door threshold!

Granny's solution to potty training. Put a diaper on her!

This sweet puppy is no more than a WMD incognito. Just you wait.

It's the end of my work day so I have to go home and see what Polly has destroyed. I'll catch you up to date tomorrow.

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