THE HUNT: looking for a buddy

It’s the start of Spring 2004 and Mom is on the hunt. She would really like to have another pup in the house. She says I’ve gotten so big and independent, she feels I don’t need her much anymore since I do most things on my own. I think it bothers her some too that I hang more with Dad than her. I don’t mean to, I love them both very much. But Dad rough houses with me like I enjoy to. Mom doesn’t like to play like that. So her and Dad have started the search for a new brother or sister for me. Our first try was with puppy Griffin. He was a little guy. And there was just something about him that I wasn’t sure of. We took him home and he visited with everyone but I just had this feeling inside that something wasn’t right. That night he cried as to be expect and Mom and Dad did their best to comfort him. The next day when Mom and Dad went to work he just cried all day long sleeping a little here and there. That next morning I had to show Dad that I just didn’t feel good about this new puppy. But how? After thinking a bit it came to me… so when Dad picked up Griffin I growled at Dad. Surely he would put the two together and know that I had mixed feelings about this pup. I wasn’t sure if that got through though. So Dad put Griffin down and started to walk away, that’s when I scooped up Grif and tossed him down the hall. Not hard… and not far. I was just trying to show Dad something wasn’t right. But I ended up getting yelled at for that one. Apparently that wasn’t a good thing to do, throw the pup down the hall. Later that night Mom came home and she was real upset. I tried to find out what was wrong but she just kept holding Griffin and crying. Then they all left. I just sat there wondering what was going to happen next. A few hours later Mom and Dad returned, but no Griffin. I guess they understood me! Mom was really sad about it for a while. But she got better and wasn’t ever mad at me. I just hear her tell people it was for the best.Then the hunt started again. Mom and Dad were now looking into rescuing a Golden. After some interviews and visits. Turns out that wasn’t really working either. I think Mom was beginning to lose hope. Then Mom got a tip about some puppies, so she called and we were on the road again. This time to the way far out country. And that’s where we found Jack. I knew he was a good fella from the beginning the goofy butterball! On the way home he sat in the backseat with me and we took a nap for a bit because before we went home we had to stop by my cousin’s birthday party. We ended up showing up a little late… but I don’t think they minded really. Dad felt pretty bad though cause he really hates being late for anything. Jack was just excited to see all the kids. As I sat back and watched the little fella I knew this was the start a life long friendship. I mean just listen "Kolby and Jack", we were meant to be together!