Countdown to goodbye

090317 BeverlyTwo months from today, we’ll have to give up Beverly. Steve has already warned me he’ll be crying. I’m sure I will too at some point during the proceedings. As we always tell people, you can’t raise a CCI puppy without being braced for the day you have to give it back. But that doesn’t mean you can’t dread it.

I’ve been remiss in reporting on life with Beverly during the past two months. That’s partly because Steve and were gone for a big chunk of that time, and Beverly was staying with puppy-sitters. I blame Beverly a little, too. She’s so far from being a drama queen, there’s little new to report about life with her. Our normal pattern is: when she’s up and about, she pretty much does everything we ask her to do. She also sleeps a lot. It’s a bit boring.

Still, my goal in writing this blog has always been to try and capture the puppy-raising experience, and raising Beverly has been a novel part of that. We’ve never had such a calm, easy-going charge before. Now in these final weeks, I’m determined to be more disciplined about chronicling our time together.

As an update, Beverly now weighs around 60 pounds. She’s a tall, sturdy girl, bigger than we first thought she would be. She has a pretty face, which often communicates sensitivity.

She’s learned all 30 of the commands that are on our training list, and she executes them solidly. She chewed up a leash when Steve and I were traveling, but normally she does almost nothing wrong. She doesn’t have a ton of energy, but she is happy enough to go for a walk, and she revels in being petted by admiring members of the public. Steve and I both think she would make an excellent “facility dog” (one whose able-bodied handler takes it regularly to visit those in some facility like a hospital or crime-victim’s center.)

Maybe Beverly’s most egregious failing is that she still has not yet come into heat, although she’s now almost 17 months old. We’ve heard stories of other rare dogs who never do so before turning in, and we’re praying she’ll be one of them. (It will break our hearts if it happens right at the end, and we have to miss the turn-in ceremony.)

 

 

 

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