Jasper, the Canine Disaster
Jasper joined the Perry household 3-1/2 years ago when Nancy sprang him from the Braintree shelter. Ah, what a mistake that was! Only kidding. Sort of. We'll explain. En route home from the shelter, Nancy had to stop for an errand at a bicycle shop. Commanding Jasper to "sit" and "stay" while she opened the car door, Nancy was forcibly ejected from the vehicle by 100 lbs of sheer thrust from the passenger seat, and barely managed to grab hold of the slobbery leash while being dragged toward the store, which, it being a nice day, had its door wide open. (You can probably guess what happened next.) Jasper, with Nancy in tow, bolted right on in and made a bee-line for the nearest display—white socks, of course. In clear view of clerks and customers, the Yellow fellow unabashedly lifted his leg and proclaimed those socks his own.
Now, we wish we could tell you that things got better after those first few weeks with our adopted hound, but actually the days, weeks, and yes, months, of getting habituated to this juggernaut of a pet, were something right out of the pages of "Marley and Me." We managed to survive it all, though, and you know what? The worst seems to be behind us. The sweet beast is family now; he's more or less (ok, less) "trained," and we wouldn't trade him for all the tea in China.
Hmmm … well, maybe if it were for a yorkie … . Just kidding-- really!
Slobber tennis, anyone?
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