OESR made transport arrangements, lining up drivers from Kentucky to Cincinnati, OH, in order to get this little pup into our hot little hands. I already had plans to go to IKEA in Cinci on Sunday so it worked out perfectly. After packing my handy little Element full of bookshelves, we headed over to the McDonald's parking lot to meet up with the other transport driver, Rainey, and the puppy. Rainey arrived, we exchanged greetings, and she told me the puppy was sleeping in the car. We walked over and I kept waiting for a little bouncing spotted bundle to come shooting out the door. Instead, Rainey reached in, turned around, and handed me the smallest little white bundle of fur I've ever encountered. His eyes still had a sheen of newborn blue and you could barely see some light spots sprinkled on his ears. I was dumbstruck. This wasn't what I had expected! I've raised six puppies of my own and fostered five more. But all were at least 12 weeks old! This little boy was... a baby. He weighed less than 10 pounds and could easily have fit in my glovebox. So tiny! I double checked the vet records and realized that he wouldn't even be 8 weeks until the following day. I had made the assumption that he would actually be older by the time he reached me. But Susan had moved fast to save this little fellow.
I climbed into the back of the Element while Heather drove, the puppy woke up and I realized that, 8 weeks or no, this little fellow was ready to GO! He systematically shredded the McDonalds bag and enjoyed a couple fries. He lept and tumbled over the seats, biting fingers, seatbelts, and door frames with wild abandon. After about 40 minutes of whirlwind puppy energy, he clawed his way up onto the seat next to me, plopped his stuffed animal (a little white whale) into the cupholder, and promptly passed out. Ohhhh, this was going to be fun!
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