Bringing Kelci Home

I met Kelci when she was 4 weeks old. I went to her breeder's house and saw 8 black German Shepherd pups covering the green of the yard. The breeder had given me pick of the litter but said, "I already know which one you'll choose."

I sat in the grass in front of the smallest pup. She was so different than the others. Not only was she the runt but also, she had a silver fur collar and was lighter than the her brothers and sisters. I made certain that I spoke to each of the pups, but when I picked her up, looked her in the face, and smelled her puppy breath, I was hers.

"This is the one I want," I said.

The breeder replied, "I know."

I named her Kelci.

A few weeks later, the breeder drove to my apartment to deliver my pup. Kelci was a tiny 6 pounds and scared to death. I took her into my arms, kissed her nose, and told her we were going to have so much fun. Afterall, she had a new sister, Bayleigh to play with.

As I walked the three flights to the apartment I lived in at that time, I clearly hadn't taken my cocker spaniel's feelings into consideration. I thought, this will be great! Who doesn't love a new puppy?!

Bayleigh, that's who.

I walked into my living room all excited and set Kelci in front of Bayleigh. Bayleigh looked at me and said, "What the hell is this thing?! Get it away from me!" Uh-oh. Not a good sign.

But I was determined. We all three played for the rest of the evening. At bedtime, I went through my routine, and put Bayleigh into her crate (Bayleigh + Eating Mum's Books = Bayleigh Sleeps In Crate Until She Could Be Trusted). I fixed another crate for Kelci, filled it with stuffed animals and a clock, tucked her in, and turned off the lights. And exactly three minutes later, Kelci started whining. And whining. And whining. And whining.

And whining.

Okay, what was I going to do now? I KNOW, I thought. I'll put her and Bayleigh together! That is a fantastic idea! So, I put them in the crate together, turned the light off, and waited. All was quiet! This was going to work!

Twenty minutes later, I turned on the light. Kelci was snuggled at Bayleigh's feet, fast asleep. (I think she was smiling even.) Bayleigh was sitting straight up, staring at me with a look that clearly said, "I hate you."

Kelci slept with me from then on.

Moral to the story: Just put the pup in the bed with you. The "I hate you" look is not worth it.

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5 comments:

MitaKay said...

The same thing happened when I brought Cleo home. She slept on my throat until she got too big. Atti too until he peed on me in his sleep!

Brooke said...

lol @ poor Bayleigh you just turned her life upside down!

jen said...

I don't have another dog (we lost Harley last year) but when I brought Lucy home the cats had a fit!! Lucy was teeny, barely 6 weeks old and in need of someone to love her. She was smaller than the cats but they were so mad at me. Lucy slept in bed that first night because she was a whiny thing! OUCH! hurt me and killed the cats!

Now we are at 4 months old and the cats tolerate Lucy much better...they just ignore her!

Good Luck with Bayleigh!

Pictures of your babies, please?!?!

Heather Anne said...

I learned this lesson watching Lady and the Tramp when I was a little kid. I relearn it every night when I try to put some space between me and the beagle paws in my face.

Jennie said...

We are trying so hard not to let our dog sleep on the bed with us. Every night, he jumps in the bed and when we see him, he looks up with sad puppy eyes and just wags his tail. WHO CAN FIGHT THAT?

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