It felt so good to get home with Sonny. I'm quite certain, in retrospect, that my husband was aghast at the pitiful bundle I had brought home. Bless him forever for not saying anything negative at the time. He was most comforting. Back then.
Back then, Sonny was a scrawny wisp of a one-pound nothing. Of course, I didn't even know her weight until the next day at the vet's office. But she was so small she could fit in my husband's hand. She was so small she couldn't get up or down the one step into the house from the outside. She was so small she was almost dwarfed by a drain gutter.
So small that, the first night in her crate, when she cried, it was all over. Sleeping in the crate was never going to be an option. I ruined that by bringing her into our bed. And when she got bigger, we got a bigger bed. A king size bed that somehow Sonny seems to take possession of in the middle of the night. We get the spaces that are left over after she stretches out. With her paws in front and back stretched out, she seems to be almost 4 feet long. And I'm only a little over 5 feet myself.
Well, how did I get to talking about how big she is when I was talking about how small she was? Anyhow, that first night, I couldn't stand the crying. I mean, she's so small. So pitiful. Maybe just tonight? I brought her into our bed and she immediately stopped crying. Of course. She curled up on my neck and passed right out. Just like in the hotel room. I was in heaven. This small puppy-breathed thing was wrapped around my neck. How precious!
And this way, when she needed to relieve herself in the middle of the night, I would know right away and I'd whisk her outside. I think I slept with lounging clothes on for a few nights. Puppies can't wait for people to get dressed when the need arises. Besides, I had taken off the whole next week to spend with her. If my nights were messed up, we'd take naps in the daytime.
And tomorrow we were going to the vet and everything would be ok.
Wouldn't it?
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