puppy | wordsfromanneli

When Emma was only about a year old, we took her for an outing at the beach one day.

What looked to us to be just tired sea grasses was probably a shoreline full of life.

“Did I see something move out there?”

“Whoah! Is that water closer than it was a second ago?”

“Are we safe here?”

“Okay, then. Just say the word, and I’ll go bring you that bird I saw down the beach.”

I’m sure I saw a movement there

Way down along the beach,

I’ll go and chase it if I dare…

But naw, it’s out of reach.

And anyway these waves are big,

The worst thing is they’re wet,

But pups like me don’t give a fig,

They haven’t hurt me yet.

So I’ll be brave and daring too,

I’ll chase those birds around,

I’ll show my folks what I can do,

And what a pup they’ve found.

When I was just a baby, my older sister Ruby was the boss. She was always trying to tell me what to do.

One day, Anneli took my bed away, and I tried to claim what was left of it – just the inside part was left.

Ruby was playing the part of Miss Know-it-all.

Something moved out on the grass. Don’t forget, we’re hunting dogs. It’s our job to chase anything that moves.

But Anneli didn’t bring us food and she didn’t look like she was sorry for anything. She just laughed and said, “What are you doing in the wheelbarrow?”

Soon, while Ruby went to chase the rabbit, Anneli told me everything was okay. She had another bed fixed up for me on the deck. I tried for some compensation, but she didn’t go for it.

When she put me into the special bed on the bedroom deck, I was going to gloat a bit about how I had messed up her sliding door with nose prints. I was going to tell her, “Haha! So there! That’s what you get for making me worry about my bed,” but before I could tell her all that, I succumbed to the softness of the bed’s furry pillowcase, and off I went to Doggie Dreamland.