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Mountie, Please Meet The World!
by H. Wayne McMullen
(Grapevine, TX, USA)
Lets PLAY Punk!
Hi, My wife and I had been talking about getting a puppy for some time. We had just purchased a house and finally had a yard for a dog. To boot, my son's day care provider just had a litter of 10 puppies... the timing was perfect. I knew the Mom and Dad and they both had great personalities. We picked one out at 3 weeks old but then went back again at 4 weeks with some friends so they could pick one out. After seeing them play a little more we changed our mind and picked the 2nd most rambunctious one of the litter… it was hard to change our minds, but it was certainly the right choice for us.
We decided to make it a Christmas surprise for my son. We picked the puppy up 2 weeks before Christmas (2009) at 8 weeks old, knowing we would not get our son until the day after Christmas. The night we brought the then un-named puppy home he was retrieving, playing Frisbee (although he is not fast enough to catch it yet), eating, sleeping all night in his kennel, and all things you want out of a Puppy. He scared the day lights out of me one afternoon when he “supermaned” off the 2 foot retaining wall in our back yard after the Frisbee I was walking by with and hurt his back leg. Long story short, he got to go to work with Daddy and got a lot of leg massages that afternoon. He was 100% in a few hours.
Our friends had named their puppy (from the same litter) Ranger and we were still up in the air about ours. After seeing his personality for a few days we settled on Mountie. Wow does that name fit! Mountie loves to play outside on his own and still thinks he is the boss of the house (at 12 weeks LOL).
When our son got Mountie for Christmas he decided then and there they are best friends :) I couldn't have been happier. Mountie does tend to Herd our son up (and me) for no reason, but that is expected.
This picture was taken on Christmas eve when he was about 10 weeks old. North Texas does not get very much snow... but boy did he have a blast. We made a snow man later that night and he felt the need to dig most of it out so he could plow the snow with his muzzle :)