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Not everyone can say they were chosen by their dog, but I am among the lucky ones.
At 4 days of age, it was apparent that I was his.
I helped Wicca (the pup I had named from a different litter years before) whelp the litter and since she had a heck of a time being a new mom away from her human family, by day three I finally gave in and just let everyone sleep on the bed with me, so that we could get SOME sleep, as we all were exhausted having been up non-stop for over 72 hours.
Shortly after everyone settled in, nursed, and were starting to slumber, Wicca included, I remember feeling this wiggly thing on my arm, then crawling across my body, to finally settle under my chin. After a little while, I plopped him (Mr Green Collar) back into the litter by mom, he would nurse, and then start his trek all over again, settling sometimes under my chin, sometimes just exhausted and settling over my heart. This continued for the first few times Wicca needed sleep. As she rested more and more, she became more confident in motherhood and they all settled back into the whelping box.
But my little Mr Green Collar was to seek me out as often as possible over the next few weeks. I knew I was to get a puppy from this litter. Before they were ever conceived, I had decided that this litter, I would get a puppy. But I really did not have a say in the matter.
Guinness picked me.
...and the rest of history is still in the making.