Out of Denial

I've been denying it for several weeks, but today I'm officially out of denial, and admit that it would be in Biscuit's best interest if he lived in a home where he has fewer resident doggy friends, and more time with the humans. OK, that made me really sad and choked up just to type it.

But I see in Biscuit's face that he's so happy when most of the others are outside, and he and Darby and sometimes Uncle Gizmo are sharing a dog bed, chewing on a bone. Biscuit likes to sit right beside me, and he occasionally stops chewing his bone to look up and check in with me.

Biskie loves the adult dogs much more than his girl cousins, and given the choice, he would hang with the big dogs all the time and let the stoopid girl puppies do their own thing. Much like Kane, Biscuit is more of an old soul in a puppy suit. Just this evening, I was hanging clean dog towels out on the line, and the other dogs and pups were out playing and frapping in the yard. Not Biscuit. He was sitting at my feet (meaning I almost broke my neck multiple times trying not to trip over him), occasionally leaning over and licking my ankle. Oh Biscuit. sob.

And just in case you think I'm biased (I totally am), and making things up about how smart and fantastic Biscuit is (not a bit exaggerated), here's some video of Biscuit walking along with me, just happy to be with me. No leash, just a happy puppy. He didn't care to go over and see our neighbor's dog Paulie, he wanted to be with his momma.

And a fun puppy recall, using the cookie toss game. Good boy, Biscuit.

I think Biscuit is destined to be someone's heart dog. Maybe he's an obedience dog, he has the perfect attention for the sport. He would love agility, although he's not going to be the next lightning fast MACH prospect, but he loves to work with me, and I know he would be like Kane, he would do ANYthing for his person. And because Biscuit just wins over everyone he meets, and he's so endearing, I think he has a future in therapy work, whether officially, or just providing therapy for his friends and family.

I've given a thought to pinning notes on all the other dogs and dropping them off at the Greyhound station, but of course, that's not likely to happen. I know I have to do what's best for Biscuit, even if it's not easy for me. Biscuit isn't *quite* perfect, he does have his quirks. First and foremost, he can't hold his licker. He wants to kiss people all the time. He also insists on doing refrigerator inspection every time the door opens. He has a big-boy bark, but when he's super excited, he does have a certain bark that could wake a cave full of hibernating bats. I'm not sure where that comes from, but thankfully it's not the only bark he has! Oh, and of course, Biscuit does have a love of reading, and he especially likes to peruse the phone book.

So we'll officially start looking for the perfect family for Biscuit, knowing now that I can't just keep saying no to everyone who inquires...