Buff came to us as a nine week old pup, flying from the Eastern State s of Australia all on her little lonesome. We already owned Tam, who was also a GWP, and we wanted another and no-one here was breeding them.
It was Easter, and I remember standing by the big windows in the airport totally frazzled up inside with waiting for this precious parcel, and hearing a grumpy old British couple behind us. They were waiting for plane after a holiday here in WA. "What's with this Easter Saturday, Easter Sunday, Easter Monday thing they have here?" one of them was saying. "Can't they come up with more interesting names for holidays than that?"
I still smile to think of them, because they were so jaded, and I was so very excited. That's airports for you, I guess.
Anyway, finally there was her crate, and as I bobbed down to ground level and tremulously opened the door, I called, "Buffy?" and out shot this little spotted bundle into my arms. She was my darling from that moment forth.
From her first day, Buffy was a snuggler. She slept against my chest under the blankets, and as she grew she slowly moved down the bed until she slept at my feet, still under the blankets. She slept there her whole life, summer and winter.
She didn't have a lot of furnishings for a GWP pup, in fact for a long time we joked that they'd sent us a German Shorthair instead of a Wirehair. Her blaze was crooked and she had the world's longest nose, and only a mother could have loved her when she was growing up. That mother was me. :)
As she got older, her beautiful liver ticking came into its own, and those long ears were the softest, silkiest things you ever felt.
The teen months were no less awkward.
Part Two is here.
If you read this far, thanks! I love to read about other people's dogs in detail, so I hope you enjoyed this post as much as I would have!