A JACKET FULL of PUPPIES … 1973

 

In 1973 my family and I were living in a small town in upstate New York. (The picture shows our oldest son feeding the German Shorthaired puppies that we were breeding then.)

We'd moved from New York city about a year earlier and it was a great change. For one thing we didn’t entertain like we had while living there but, on this particular night, we were having a sit-down dinner for 12 couples. It was a snowy November evening and all of our guests had arrived, but where was my husband? He and our son (pictured here) had gone out hunting early in the day. Now it was well past dark and still no sign of them.

I was starting to get panicky but then I heard a car door slam and knew they were home. We all went to greet them and watched as they carefully lifted Dick’s hunting jacket out of the back of the Blazer. It seemed to be heavy and it took the two of them to carry it inside. That was when we heard the tiny yapping sounds and realized that his jacket was full of newborn pups. There must have been 7 or 8 of them and Dick explained what had transpired.

He had noticed a pregnant dog about 4 weeks earlier and every time he went into the woods he would call to her and they became friends. A few days before our party Dick noticed that the mother would not come to his call and he assumed that she must be having, or already had, her puppies. So it was a shock when Dick and Mark stumbled onto the body of the mother. She had most likely been killed by a ruthless hunter who saw movement in the brush and assumed that it was a deer. They were devastated and then their next thought was, “where are the pups?” They finally located them scrunched into a hollow log covered with snow and they extricated them one by one and bundled them in Dick’s jacket. 

You can imagine the rest of the story. We took turns sitting on the kitchen floor, fancy dress clothes and all, cuddling the pups and feeding warm milk to them. So it became a “sit-down” dinner party after all and, to top it off, one of the guests was a journalist. He wrote an article that tugged at the heart strings of many readers and all of our little “orphan pups" were adopted into good homes.