Who is a world traveling puppy? I am, of course, Emma! I’ve been posting puppy photos of myself on my Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts on #ThrowbackThursday for some time now and everyone loves them. I thought it would be fun to do a blog post about my puppyhood. Sadly, Mom wasn’t a blogger at the time, so photos are scarce, but we have some good ones. If you look in my archives section in November and December 2011, you will find more posts about my early years.
If you are a new friend, you may not know, I was born in England. My real name is Debucher Baguette. My mom flew to England to pick me up the day I turned nine weeks old. The photo above was taken while Mom and I were waiting for our plane to take us to my new home in St. Peter-Ording, Germany. It’s my last photo in my homeland. I was so tiny, I was able to fit under the seat on the airplane! Hard to believe I was so tiny, yet old enough to leave my five siblings and my dog parents behind to start a new life.
This is a photo of my new home in Germany. I had a huge yard, heated tile flooring, and a thatched roof. This photo was taken about two years before I moved in, when it was a brand new house. Most of the windows came down to the ground which made it easy for me to look out.
I really changed since I was a little one. The above photo was taken when I was ten weeks old. My furs were so very dark. I guess my color just faded away in time! I did already have the tan spot right above my nose, though.
Food wasn’t a big thing for me, but I did have a typical puppy belly. I love the black freckles in my furs. My dog daddy has a lot of freckles. Being a proper British girl, I already knew at the tender age of eleven weeks to cross my legs and not expose myself!
Mom says my “look” at thirteen weeks should have been a real sign of things to come. You can see in my expressive eyes, I’m going to be a real personality to reckon with!
Katie and I became real tight about a week after I arrived. In this photo of us wrestling, you can see how much I trust her. What sane pup would stick their entire head in the mouth of a Kuvasz? I guess I wasn’t really thinking clearly yet!
By the time I was six months old, I had the beach bum lifestyle down pat! We lived right on the North Sea Coast and I was out on the beach almost every day. I loved the water, digging in the sand, and finding disgusting washed up stuff to eat.
Katie and I spent hours wandering the twelve kilometer long beach with Mom. There was always something new to discover, and we often found friends to hang out with and play with. It was a “grand” time.
Around the time I was nine months old, I visited a groomer for the first time. This shot was taken in our backyard by some pretty rose bushes right after the grooming appointment. Even at just nine months old, my furs had really started to fade in color.
This was one of our last times at the beach with Katie’s best friend Kenai. Kenai’s mom took this photo of us three stooges. Can you tell I’m the crazy, wild puppy with two mature lady dogs? Kenai was always so nice to me despite my wild side. Mom doesn’t miss much about Germany, but she wishes she could take Katie and I back to Ordinger Strand. Katie and I had so much fun there.
We have no photos of our journey to the USA but I was ten months old when we moved. We drove from our house in Germany, to Belgium, and then the Netherlands to get a direct flight from Amsterdam to Chicago. Having worked for the airline for years, Mom did not want us changing planes, ever, too risky! Once we landed in Chicago, we drove to Minneapolis. The first photo we have in the USA was this one of Katie and I at Lake Calhoun. Once again, I’m a wet mess!
Two months and five countries later, this world traveling puppy turned a year old. We had a little party, and as you can see, I was enjoying myself. I have become much more serious over the years, but I do still enjoy having lots of fun.