02/23/2024
Two years. Two years! Two years since my best boy was born.
When I got my first GSD puppy as a sport prospect, he was everything I could have hoped for in a training partner. He was driven, biddable, and devoted from the first time I met him. I remember visiting the breeder and interacting with the pups when they were seven weeks old. At the time I didnāt know which puppy Iād eventually take home. But Prince knew. He spent the entire visit by my side and eventually fell asleep softly pressed against my thigh. On the following visit I was told to choose between him and his brother, so I took them both out for a final āinterviewā separately. The brother was trepidatious; excitedly ping-ponging between me and the door that lead back to his littermates. Prince came bounding out and promptly fixed his eyes upon me with no reservations. āIām ready, letās go!ā he seemed to say.
At eight weeks, he had a level of work ethic I seldom see in seasoned adult dogs. But he was saintly in his capacity to forgive and rebound from the mistakes of a green sport dog handler. He was not a pet. He had no interest in casual strolls or cuddle time on the couch, nor could he be bothered to interact with his many admirers (save for helpers). His world revolved around working and training with me and nothing else. So then you can understand how easy it was to pour all of myself into him for over two years. Every single day, for hours, we worked. I taught him things I didnāt even know I could teach a dog. And so then you can also understand how devastating it was when his health issues devoured him. First his body, then his brain. And one day, Prince just wasnāt there anymore. His body stood before me but his mind was gone. To this day Princeās deterioration and loss is one of the most painful things Iāve ever experienced.
Then came Cyan. Still in a shroud of grief, I brought baby Cyan home the same year I lost Prince. She is Princeās half sister (same sire), and I unabashedly assumed sheād fill the hole he left behind. But Cyan isnāt Prince. And though I hoped to hit the ground running and pick up where Iād left off, she had other ideas.
Namely, being a puppy. She had no interest in fancy shmancy training. She wanted to chew sticks and dig holes and her food drive was nearly non-existent. She hated pressure and would curl up and pretend to nap rather than engage with me if she could sense I wanted something, like a child refusing to wake up in the morning on a school day. I demolished our relationship right out of the gate because I was trying to superimpose my own expectations onto her instead of listening to what she was desperately trying to tell me about herself.
To this day, she despises obedience training. She just doesnāt have the level of patience required for the type of training I intended to do with her. But, she is my perfect guardian and travel partner; an adventurer at heart, and the sweetest, softest little mink with those she loves. She fits perfectly into my life in many facets- just not the one I expected her to. And thatās alright. It took me awhile to figure out what her purpose was in my life, and at times it was an arduous journey. But that journey led us here, and brought me who I came here to talk about.
āWasnāt this supposed to be a birthday post about Boss?ā Yes! Iām getting to that.
All the above to say: Iāve tried to approach raising BB with grace and patience, things I was sorely short on with his mother in the beginning. As well as the acknowledgment that things seldom go according to plan. My priority with BB has been to bring up a physically, mentally, and emotionally resilient dog. One well-equipped to excel at life, whether that be as a pet, a performer, an athlete, or some combination thereof. And most importantly, to simply enjoy his company. The result thus far has been the easiest, most hardy puppy I have ever raised (save for a near-death experience and then some hurdles of teenage angst in his now dwindling adolescence), whom is now transitioning into the most clever, interesting, lovable, fervent dog I have ever known.
Case in point: As I typed this, he crawled up onto the couch (something he doesnāt do often) to observe, head softly pressed against my thigh, as Princeās was so many years ago. An homage to his late uncle. I wonāt take anything for granted this time. And I wonāt let my own desires drown out his. Hard lessons yield hard people, and Iāve had a lot of hard lessons in my life. But good dogs keep them from turning to stone.
Happy Birthday, Big Boss.