Every good fairytale starts out with ‘Once Upon A Time,’ and this one is no exception. However this tale, which might at times appear to be a fictional fairytale, is actually based on true life, my life to be exact. It is the story of life, its hardships and its successes, but most importantly, and most unquestionably, it is above all a story of love; a story of true love and the magnetic and magical energy pull which true love creates, becoming a magnetism so strong that life and beyond cannot—and must not—escape.
Watch Out World, Here I Come…..
Okay, so here we go… ONCE UPON A TIME there was the most auspicious birth that ever there was since the beginning of—and maybe even before—recorded time (No, no, not that kid in the manger birth)! Rather, the birth of a creature so spectacular that I am certain the heavens above were aligned in a truly magical formation, because on this day I pushed my way out of what was an almost unbearably tight, and somewhat claustrophobic (extra tight, as my baby brother was hogging half the space), womb.
My first recollection was of my mother’s soft tongue gently washing me off and helping me to suckle on her warm milk. Those first few weeks were so sweet. My birth mother could not have been more gentle and loving, showing me the ways of my world.
Oh yes, the ways of my world, the world of a dog. Did I mention to you that I was born with four legs and four paws? Now that I think about it, it probably is a good thing that I mentioned it to you as, hmm, that ‘mother licking me off with her tongue’ segment from the last paragraph might have stirred up some pretty freaky images if you thought that I was a little human baby boy!
My birth mother, Ginger, was the most beautiful dog ever. She had soft white hair with spots of caramel running throughout her coat. As the weeks went on, I became very close with Ginger and my brother. My birth mother referred to us as her ‘baby dogs,’ and said that someday our human would give us our names that we would be called by, but in the meantime she gave me the name Lucky and my brother the name Luke. Her green eyes kept a watchful guard on my brother and me, making sure that we learned the essential canine skills that every dog needs to know.
Those first few weeks were so amazing; everything I did was new to me. We first learned how to walk without stumbling, and how to run without tipping over. Peeing on the other hand, although an automatic bodily function, was not as easy as one would anticipate. I first had to learn how to stand and pee without getting my tail or legs wet, and just because some- thing looks like it should be easy, doesn’t necessarily make it so. Luke and I laughed and giggled so much trying to master the art of peeing that it would make us pee after we’d peed. We basically peed ourselves from laughing so hard trying to learn how a puppy is supposed to properly pee. Eventually, I realized I had conquered the art of peeing when I mastered lifting up my back leg and peeing on a tree without tipping forward. I also went from suckling on my mother for milk to learning how to lap it out of a bowl, and how to lick my paws and my coat clean when I got dirty. There was so much to learn, yet the world outside was beautiful—there was such a variety of colors, scents and textures in the outside world— and exploring and learning about my new world became a continuously amazing adventure of excitement and fun.