Every now and then I will be at the dog park or on a walk through the neighborhood and I hear it. Four seemingly unimportant people words strung together in a beautiful sentence that makes my heart smile. “What a cute puppy!” It goes the same way every time: mom corrects the person by telling him or her that I’m actually full grown and I wag my tail incessantly until the person kneels down to pet me. The truth is, I love the attention almost as much as the compliment. I may be a mutt to some people, but what is in a name?
You see, there is something about us canines you need to know. From Pomeranian to Great Dane, that playful puppy we once were is always a part of us. Puppyhood wasn’t always easy for my two brothers and I, but my birth mom always had a way of making even the littlest events seem special. I remember our one-month birthday like it was yesterday.
My birth mom had made a pretty nice home for us with decent shelter from the elements and I was so worried because she was gone for a really long time that day. Boy, did she have a surprise for us when she got home! She had spent the day relentlessly scavenging through garbage can after garbage can to find us the perfect dinner, and she did not disappoint. She finally returned to us (after finding what I can only assume must have been the garbage can of a very upscale restaurant) holding in her mouth the most beautiful steak we had ever seen. Sure, it was not that great for our puppy diets eating whole food like that, but it made us all feel special sharing such decadence.
I look back on that night often, as it wasn’t long after that when we all got separated and I found myself longing for family. Longing for home. It would be another two people years before my people brought me into my forever home, and it may as well have been a lifetime. But my puppy-like state of mind helped carry me through the hardest of times. Life through a puppy’s eyes is scary, but I prefer to see it as exciting. Everything looks and smells new, and the world is such a big place yet to be explored. When you’re a puppy, you spend your time primarily playing, eating and sleeping. What could be better than that?
I can’t say I completely agree with Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw, who claimed “youth is wasted on the young.” No sir. I’m much more in line with former American president Theodore Roosevelt. “Old age is like everything else,” Roosevelt said. “To make a success of it, you’ve got to start young.”
That’s why I feel such a sense of joy when people mistake me for a puppy. The best thing about childhood is making the early decision to never grow up.
You will always be a puppy, Mr. Wiley. I think you are so cute and gentle and kind and loyal and your adopted parents are lucky to have you around
Oh, thank you Ms. Seeker! That is most definitely a compliment in my book. 🙂 I’ll be sure to pass your sentiments along to my people.
Wow, this happens to me too. Humans always say: Want a cute puppy you are! Mistake – I am already over 2 years now. No longer a puppy! I am a full bred dog now. I also agree, there is always some puppy acts going on in my brain also. You are as old as you think you are. LOL – mr T
Nice to see you as always Tromps. 🙂
What a terribly hard start to life you had but how wonderful that you finally found a wonderful forever home. Litchi also gets the “what a cute puppy” comments and I know it’s because of the way she moves and just thoroughly loses herself in the magic of the moment. I’m glad you have that too. You are one cute dog!
I’ve said it before, and I will remind myself again: without the tough things, we wouldn’t know true joy (let alone be able to share it with others). Please say hello to Litchi for me! I love her and her appreciation for magical moments. 🙂
This is true for humans as well Wiley! Hugs from one puppy human to another! ❤
Hugs to you my dear! 🙂
Wiley, it happens to smaller dogs their whole life. My parents had a miniature Poodle who was part of their family for over 17 years, and he remained a puppy at heart his whole life. Reading this brings back memories of the two dogs I have had, so I’ll stop in once in a while to read up on your view.
Keith, I’ve heard this about us dogs that have a puppy state of mind – we live longer happier lives. (At least I hope this is true!) Thanks for dropping by! I look forward to seeing you again soon! 🙂
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