We informed them of the dogs we were interested in, and we got to confirm that we would like to meet a 6 month old puppy named Achilles. I arranged to go get him and another pup that was going to his new home at 11:00 a.m.(CST) on Sunday August 29th 2010. The meeting place was in Kearney, Ne.
Well sure enough the 29th arrived, I got up at a time of day that I would contend is actually still night time. Slapped on some clothes, ate some breakfast, jumped into the car and was off.
The trip went well. My parents called me regularly to make sure I wasn't falling asleep. The type of care and concern that only a parent can have over their child's well being. Then I arrived at the gas station in Kearney where I had arranged to meet the dogs. I made the initial assumption that the lady walking the large black dog was in fact the person with whom I was supposed to meet. I reminded myself of my years of training dogs. "Don't go to the dog, let the dog come to you" / "Don't give into the initial demands for attention" - Show the dog that you are the Master and he should be submissive. So I introduced my self to Achilles handler first, which proved to be more of a feat than I initially expected. Upon approaching and reaching out my hand to say hello, the dog came toward me and buried it's head between my legs. As I corrected my balance and managed the person-to-person pleasantries, I realized "This is, and is going to be, a LAARRRGE DOG!" And although I am familiar with large breeds and dogs in general, it is a whole new experience to have something with a furry head that weighs as much as a cinder block, and is larger than a regulation size rugby ball squirm between your legs begging for attention. Needless to say I was unable to withhold my affection for the beast for very long.
Well the dog's and I loaded up and headed home.
Where the rest of my family got to experience the unbridled joy and enthusiasm that is a 6 month old puppy. Which I think was a new experience for all of them.
- Corey
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