Mine

Chapter Sixty Three

There's a lot of loud barking and it sounds like something falls. I can hear a woman's sharp voice yelling shut up and stop that. I glance at Dirk and mouth where'd you find this one? He rolls his eyes at me.

TT: What did I miss?

"I'll fill you in later, but stop typing at me because I get confused and then the lady is going to think I'm crazy." Dirk elbows me and the door opens.

"Hello boys! I just had to pen Marcie up."

"That's fine. Dave this is Annie, and Annie this is Dave and I'm Dirk." Dirk says and the woman opens her door wider for us to come in.

TT: Who's Marcie?

"Marcie is the mama dog right?" I ask to answer Hal's question.

"Yes. I'd show her to you, but she's a little protective of her puppies."

"Which is understandable."

TT: We're here already?
TT: You kept hitting the power on and off button and I think I missed some important things.

"Yes it is. She's been through this a few times, but she's still upset by it. Now come on I'll show them to you." Annie leads us toward the back and I can hear barking puppies before I see them. She opens up a door and there's a safety gate around the entrenched into the room. Past that is seven puppies jumping around and trying to get our attention.

We all squeeze into the little area surrounded by the safety gate and fence and then Annie shuts the door. Dirk just goes ahead and opens the gate. Then he's surrounded by cute little puppies. "Aw isn't that just the sweetest thing." I squeeze through the gate and bend down next to Dirk to pet all the puppies. They are just the cutest, fluffiest, big footed puppies I've ever seen. They even have cute little chubby faces.

"Dirk look at their faces!"

"I see."

"They are so cute!"

"I know." I pick up one of the little puppies and pull it up to my face. It tries to lick me so I guess it's a possible keeper.

"How old are they?" I ask looking over my shoulder at the Annie.

"Eight weeks."

"You said on the phone you didn't get their shots yet, right?" Dirk asks.

"Yes, but the dewclaws have been removed and they are pretty much potty trained."

"The dewclaws?" I turn to look at Dirk and he pulls up the puppies paw that I'm holding and moves the fur around the paw. He points to a scar.

"It's a practice a lot of people don't like, but when the puppy is so young it doesn't hurt. A lot of the time the dewclaw nail can grow into the dogs paw. They can also get it caught on things and rip it out. Plus this breed is so athletic it's even more likely for them to hurt themselves on it."

"Oh, okay." I set the puppy down and it runs always from me and then back at me. It crouches down and barks. "Aw this one wants to play." I look at Dirk and see him petting a puppy who's lying on it's side next to him. He wants a calmer one, and I want a playful one. I look at the other puppies and see one that looks a little different from the others. They all have darker black faces and bodies, but light tan colored legs, feet, and bellies. This one has a gray body, and white feet, chest, and belly. This one also has a little white around it's eyes and even a little white above its nose. It's throwing a rope toy around in another puppy's face. Then it drops the toy and rolls over. "Why is this one a different color?"

"She looks like her father. The only one too. I usually don't get that coat color."

"Come here cutie." I make kissy sounds at the puppy, and a few run over to me. I pick up the one I want and set her on my lap. She lets me pet her, so I decide she's playful and sort of lazy. Plus I really like her color. "Do you think her coat will change as she gets older?"