Thought this would be fitting for the "write about a pet" prompt.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
This is Amanda Testing Something
I'm just testing this blog thing to see if you can put pictures on it too. So, if this works, there should be a picture of me overlooking the badlands. lol. (cheesy). I'm trying this because I might put up some thanksgiving photos on here, rather than facebook.
Ciao
Saturday, November 13, 2010
The Golden Copper
The pet I remember as a kid was Copper. Copper was a beautiful Golden retreiver who had, like myself, a sense for mischeif. Luckily we happened to be slightly smarter than this one.
I remember the day we picked Copper up from the farm he lived on. we went in to the shed where all the puppies were kept, and we looked at the one chewing on the soda bottle. He looked at us and decided we were worth checking out. It turns out when picking an animal it really pays to pick the one who picks you. Turns out even without that information that is exactly what we did.
I remember, as Copper grew older imagining myself as him, being far too empathetic for this animal than I had ever been with a person. I couldn't imagine being locked in a kennel in a room by myself when my 'family' was apart from me. It just couldn't be fathomed. Of course then he grew bravem as eventually I would, and decided outside was SO much better than inside and alone.
I remember Dad chastising him for barking at strangers and running up to them, sure Copper was friendly, but they didn't know that. He was an AMAZING guard dog. He'd never bark if I was near, or Josh, or Amanda. If we were playing ditch and one of our freinds walked by you could hear the growl/bark for miles. If I had been smart I'd have put him on the leash and let him play with us. My team would have won many more rounds.
Copper always wanted to have people near, oftentime a soda bottle was enough to keep him occupied while I watched TV and Josh did his computer stuff. Had I been more attuned to the world of dogs, as I am now, I would have spent every day just playing with that dog. 'OH Eric wants to hang out? Let's bring Copper with." sadly though I was too self absorbed. Luckily we knew the people we gave the dog to and I felt confident in their ability to take care of good ole Copper.
There are so many stories I could tell... The cow story, the third hand story of the coyote, the first hand story of the skunk, but I do not wish to sully that beautiful animals name. Copper was a friend to me and helped me work out my frustrations, sometimes i just wish I had been a better friend/master to him.
I remember the day we picked Copper up from the farm he lived on. we went in to the shed where all the puppies were kept, and we looked at the one chewing on the soda bottle. He looked at us and decided we were worth checking out. It turns out when picking an animal it really pays to pick the one who picks you. Turns out even without that information that is exactly what we did.
I remember, as Copper grew older imagining myself as him, being far too empathetic for this animal than I had ever been with a person. I couldn't imagine being locked in a kennel in a room by myself when my 'family' was apart from me. It just couldn't be fathomed. Of course then he grew bravem as eventually I would, and decided outside was SO much better than inside and alone.
I remember Dad chastising him for barking at strangers and running up to them, sure Copper was friendly, but they didn't know that. He was an AMAZING guard dog. He'd never bark if I was near, or Josh, or Amanda. If we were playing ditch and one of our freinds walked by you could hear the growl/bark for miles. If I had been smart I'd have put him on the leash and let him play with us. My team would have won many more rounds.
Copper always wanted to have people near, oftentime a soda bottle was enough to keep him occupied while I watched TV and Josh did his computer stuff. Had I been more attuned to the world of dogs, as I am now, I would have spent every day just playing with that dog. 'OH Eric wants to hang out? Let's bring Copper with." sadly though I was too self absorbed. Luckily we knew the people we gave the dog to and I felt confident in their ability to take care of good ole Copper.
There are so many stories I could tell... The cow story, the third hand story of the coyote, the first hand story of the skunk, but I do not wish to sully that beautiful animals name. Copper was a friend to me and helped me work out my frustrations, sometimes i just wish I had been a better friend/master to him.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)