From his tiniest times he set himself apart. When the other three pups were nursing, he’d snuggle at his mother’s neck. When they were all play-fighting, he’d sit in the shoe hutch and watch. After he ate he’d go into the crate to the back corner and fall asleep by himself.
I started wondering if something was wrong with him. As I observed him more I found that yes he would play-fight with his litter mates. Get one down in a strangle-hold or pull another by the tail. He was the biggest pup, gulped his mother’s milk the fastest , played the roughest and just knew when he’d had enough.
I started calling him the Prince. Then Buddha Boy. I thought he’d be the first pup to go. He certainly was ready a week or two before his siblings. Because he was so independent I didn’t get very attached to him.
We knew we were going to keep one of the pups. Every time I became fonder of one pup, that would be the one chosen for its new home. With each pup who left, I would get to see something about Bubba that I had missed.
So now kind of like a Puppy Survivor Reality Show, the other pups have been voted off the island ( breezeway) and Bubba is the last Pup standing. And now even more I can see who he is and who he is becoming.
By process of illumination I proudly introduce to you Bubba Buddha Boy of Cozy Cottage Farm.