PROZAC
I was watching t.v. and just couldn't believe what I was seeing! A chocolate cocker spaniel! He was beautiful and I told my husband that I wanted a chocolate puppy for my birthday. Of course he thought I had lost what little mind I had. His reasons being that he had just got me a red cocker for mother's day only a few short months earlier.
But he knew that he might as well start looking because if that's what I wanted, then that's what he would get me. And he grumbled about it the whole time, plus making the stipulation that the dog would have to be named Prozac! Now I thought that he had lost his ever loving mind! Who would name a dog Prozac, I asked?
He, who is never patient, explained to me that since he had come through a lifetime of depression, just thought that he would like a dog named Prozac to remind him of how far he had come. Now who could argue with that logic?
As it turned out, finding a chocolate cocker spaniel was not an easy task! He called every pet shop in every major city around us, and then he called every kennel he could locate, until he found Simply Southern Kennels out of Savannah, Ga. and spoke to Jewel. She said that she would have a chocolate litter in October. I was beside myself, I would have a new baby in� a few weeks!
When Jewel called and told us the puppies had been born, we set up a time to come and pick our Prozac out of the litter. Of course I wanted to go as soon
as possible! And we did, he was so tiny the first time I held him in my hand! Little, and sweet! Roger asked me how I would know which puppy I had picked, and I assured him that I would know, Mama's just know these things!
Waiting the eight weeks was like waiting for the last month of pregancy to pass, it took forever!
Finally the day arrived, and we made the trip to Savannah one more time. What a differnce in the puppies! They had grown and were so playful. And I wanted mine out of the kennel as soon as possible, I felt so sad that they had to stay in those pens. When I got my Prozac out he just seemed to know that I was there to save him, he nestled under my neck and just went to sleep, almost as natural as being with his doggie mother.
And on the ride home he stayed around my neck, and tried to nurse my earlobe, silly little boy! And I will be the first to tell you that he has seldom been that quite since. Prozac will make you think you need to be on the medication that he is named after! What a boy!!!
Judith Kiser �
Zac
