Little Baldwin was one of four feral pups literally raised in the wild, the son of a Golden Mom and Black Lab Dad. Somehow, his Dad – broken jaw and all – got them to a firehouse for rescue. Little by little they learned the ways of loved dogs.
One by one, they were adopted; little Baldwin – the mightiest of them all – was last to be picked. Suddenly alone, he was not quite so brave anymore.
“The king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.”
He attended a couple of puppy classes, but at the end of each, he went back to his yard as the others went home. He was still a rescue dog.
“There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.”
That place is called ‘home.’ One day, these very nice people took a look at him and said “you’re the one we’ve been waiting for.”
“And the walls became the world all around.”
Just a few weeks later, Baldwin – now Duke – is not looking from the outside in – he is officially enrolled in puppy training with his best buds Oreo and Sage. Each lesson begins with a little wild time to get the energy out.
“And now…let the wild rumpus start!”
“And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.”
“But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- We’ll eat you up- we love you so!” ~ Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are
Inside all of us is… hope.
Inside all of us is… fear.
Inside all of us is… adventure.
Inside all of us is a wild thing.
Gardens For Goldens 