The Biography of Latte Part One

Today, I'm going to rave about my dog, or rather, tell you her life story. 

 It all began one beautiful day, shortly after I had struggled my way through How To Train Your Dog, by the Monks of New Skete. OK, so it wasn't that bad... Anyway, I had wanted a dog for ages and my dad promised to get me one after I read a book on how to train my dog (I was about eleven or twelve at the time). After I read the book we spent some time on Craigslist looking for puppies. We found an independent breeder who bred (big surprise there) Great Pyrenees, who's breed, as I explained in my last and first post, originated in the French Pyrenees Mountains. They were bred as livestock guardians, protecting their flocks from bears and wolves. After some research on the breed (we had never encountered it before), we decided that we wanted one of those puppies. We arranged a date with the breeder and at the appointed time went to her house. I instantly fell in love with -I'll admit it- all the puppies there. They were SO CUTE!!! We found the gentlest, a sweet little girl with a laid-back nature but a fierce protective streak. At this point I must pause and tell you all that several months ago I told a good friend of mine that if I ever wrote a story about Latte's life I would end the first chapter with these words: 'Every time I looked at her, sitting there on my Mom's lap, my heart swelled with pride and joy. I owned the cutest, sweetest, most adorable dog ever born on this earth. (pause for dramatic effect) I had no idea what I was in for.' And it's true, I had no idea. The first thing we discovered was that she hated being left alone. We bought a beautiful, brand-new chainlink run, and set it up outside. She dug her way out every time we put her in. Then we moved it to the garage, which had a concrete floor. No way was she digging through that. Well, we came home after the first time we left her in there, and, surprise surprise, there she was, sitting outside her kennel, covered in drool (she always drooled a lot when we left her behind). Turns out she pulled up the chainlink on the bottom, made a hole barely bigger than a small melon, and crawled through. At this time she was maybe six, seven months old. then we lost her sometimes during the day, and couldn't find out where she went to. This time she had managed to pry off a grate attached to the side of a house and crawled through the hole and chewed up the insulation. Anyone who has had a puppy will know they love to chew things. Last but not least, she barked. All. The. Time. Literally. And she still does. That is her only fault (you can't count the shedding; that's unavoidable. Now, she barked like this because her breed is supposed to. They were bred to bark as a warning to potential predators. The one good thing is that her voice is deep. She doesn't yap like the little Asian dogs and terriers. Well, that completes part one. Tomorrow, or as soon as possible, I will complete this fascinating story.

The 'All About Me' Post, Where I Tell You Who I am and What I'm Going to Blog About

 Hi!
 
 This is a blog where I will discuss anything and everything. I mean everything. Books, movies, baking, animals, knitting, my life, religion, etc. If you have suggestions, feel free to comment and offer them. I will do my best to please. A little about me: I am a fourteen year old, homeschooled, Christian girl who enjoys doing puzzles, reading books, watching movies, cooking/baking, exploring, and going on adventures, among other things. I own a dog named Latte. I bring her up because, like every dog owner, I love her and spoil her, and I expect I will blog about her at length. She is a Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog, purebred, straight from France (well, not exactly). The dog breed is a French breed from the Pyrenees Mountains. Her parents are both pedigree dogs. She, like me, was born in Washington, where I live with my large family (I'm the oldest).