I do not believe it was a particularly warm day I was born, maybe just the beginning of spring, the flowers starting to sprout, the skies a soft periwinkle. I am purely guessing at this, for I was not there to experience it, in mind really, but my mother, my sweet, sweet mother, she explained this to me and my siblings, but I, I was the only one who listened. I have a different view on the world, one that is almost human my mother tells me. She tells me that maybe someday I will be a writer, a example to all dogkind, and here I am today, telling you all about this. I am a few years old by now, but I think we should start from the beginning, when I was just a small pup, born in a barn.
The soft hay swished underneath my mother, as she tossed and turned, whines leaving her muzzle at incalculable speed, my father licking her muzzle with his warm tongue softly, gently, almost in a caressing manner, whispering to her that it would be fine, all worth it in the end. You see, this was my mother's first litter, and I, her first pup. They believe every first pup is a miracle, a mystery to the world, a beginning of a new generation, a new kind, and my mother was no unbeliever. It was not much longer after my father stopped licking her, that the pain subsided, as she glanced down, spotting me wriggling strongly, trying to break free of my imprisonment. She eagerly picked me up, licking off the casing that stopped my breath from coming. As I was released, I remember breathing steadily, my nose twitching, smelling the musty hay, my eyes closed completely, but I could almost see my mother and father, just by their smells, and then, that day, was also the day I first met Taralyn, the old people's niece. As my nose twitched, my mother bathed me with total compellment and love. I will never forget that feeling.
As I lay there, suckling my mother, then warm milk splashing into my mouth with relieving intervals, I could sense my brothers and sisters being born as well. There were 6 of them, 4 boys, and 2 girls. They were all healthy and alive, for I could sense no sadness in this large hay filled room, only the warmth and joy that new parents could feel. I contentedly fell asleep, my first few hours ending quickly, relieving the hard work of being born soothingly.
It must have been only a few hours I was asleep, for I could still feel energy and happiness in the room, the place I was in clearly still bustling, but not with work, but with the over joyous hands of a 14 year old. It was soon after I awoke, that warm, large hands picked me up. I immediately whimpered, by small body flailing wildly, and beneath me I heard my mother let out a warning snarl. I was quickly lowered, a cold nose soon touching me, inspecting every inch of my furry body. I heard a content sigh, and I suddenly felt safe, though I was feet in the air, pressed to the chest of a young girl who's heart was beating so, so fast. I sighed myself, my little nose twitching as it scented the sweet fabric of the stuff pressed to my body.
After a few hours of having high energy vibes around, things finally calmed down, and I felt everyone, mother and father included, calm down and let loose. I myself did the same thing, snuggling into my mother's warm belly, nosing it happily, feeling as safe as a young, blind pup can. It was not long after, when my mother knelt her face down to our level and whispered to us. Her voice was silky and sweet, smelling of well, mom. "Goodnight my sweetlings. Tomorrow we will play some more, and you will explore with your noses, and before you know it, you can see, and explore with your eyes. Won' that be wonderful my darlings?" she finished, lying her muzzle down on her crossed paws. My siblings merely continued to sleep, but me, no, I knew what she was speaking of, and whether she knew it or not, heard it or not, I replied, a soft mutter, whimper even, but I did, indeed. And my words were, "Of course mommy. We can explore together".
