Slowly the time passed by, as it does so

always for all young creatures, and the

luxurious cabinet under the sink full of

warmth and milk was exchanged some fine

day for the bald barn where all puppies

than gradually became used to solid food

too. Unfortunately also play time began to

be limited when now  strict paternal

discipline was imposed by the two-legged

beings and father Carl-John.  Awaiting the

name she would get from her future

master she was called for the time being

"Morlet" or  just "Blacky" sometimes,

but it did not bother her busy as she was to

train herself thoroughly to match all the

well expected arrogance of the gentleman

who was going to take care of her soon. So

she pushed rigidly aside her two brothers

when all were invited to eat from the

trough of their mother who but hardly

could believe she was tolerating this.

Firmly she always pointed out the way to

go to her sisters with a proudly curled tail

and so she grew in hand and hair.

Than suddenly those first eight weeks had

passed by already and the moment neared

to take leave of that safe and so familiar

world. To celebrate that coming moment

she sat down for a last time as a pup

together with her mother Poppy on the big

old round garden table and they both

looked away in astonishment and

frustration about all that happened so

abruptly and without any warning at all.