It's coming up on a year since Petey Podengo entered my life. I thought in the next few posts I'd give an account of our time together.
In my first phone call with Allen, he made the following very clear:
"He is a boy, not a girl."
"His name is Pete, not Petey. My wife calls him Petey, but it's Pete."
"He's a boy."
I assured Allen that I knew about boys. I had raised two sons who were well-adjusted adults, responsible citizens who contributed to society and were raising families of their own. Upon this information, Allen relaxed in knowing he had made his point.
A phone call, a connection, and I received an email with this:
"Sgt. Pete" I thought when I saw this. I cried tears of laughter and joy, mixed with sorrow over Brownie. "I've got to have this dog," I determined, and as December 2015 settled in, I watched the weather for a clear window for me to make the round trip to Washington.
As I worked on this traveling plan, Allen notified Janie he was coming to Wallowa County with the pup. More tears of excitement as I counted down the days and wondered about this little guy... (to be continued)