Roy Exum: The Precious One’s Dog

Thursday, November 8, 2012 - by Roy Exum
Roy Exum
Roy Exum

On the day after the election, the fact that it was dreary and cold and windy matched my mood because it turned out I’m not so good at picking winners in politics, either. Oh, I can live with it -- since the majority of us have now spoken -- but right when I needed a push yesterday Roger Dean Kiser came into my focus.

Roger is quite a character. Abandoned at the age of 4, he ran away from an orphanage so many times he was sent to reform school at age 12. He never got more than a sixth-grade education as a result but in the years that have followed he’s become something of a saint to a lot of kids who, through no fault of their own, have been forced to follow in his footsteps.

As he explains on his website, “Many tell me that it is impossible to save all the children. All I know is that no one came to save me, and the other children, in that terrible Jacksonville, Florida orphanage. I may not be able to save all the children but I will continue to try and ease their sorrow with gifts, as best I can.”

It seems that some years ago Roger teamed up with Wayne Evers to found The American Orphan Association. One of the things they do is go to different orphanages and throw “Christmas in July” parties for one simple reason; “to make life a just a little better for the children who do not have the love of a family or parents to guide them.”

Again, Roger just has a sixth-grade education so the way he makes his way through life – as you will soon see – is as a marvelously-gifted storyteller. (The marvelous movie, “The Bully,” was adapted from one of Roger’s short stories.) He has enough Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn in him to embrace life in a robust way and not long ago I came across a story he had written about when his cocker spaniel had a litter of pups. This will tell you all you need to know about the man.

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THE PRECIOUS ONE, By Roger Dean Kiser

After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first born was a black and white party dog. The second and third puppies were tan and brown in color. The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white.

"One, two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down the hallway to wake up Judy and tell her that everything was fine.

As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now laying all by itself over to the side of the cage. I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the large pile of puppies, who were whining and trying nurse on the mother. Instantly Precious pushed the small puppy away from rest of the group and refused to recognize it as a member of her family.

"Something's wrong," said Judy.

I reached over and picked up the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little puppy was hare-lipped and could not close its little mouth. We had gone through this once before last year with another one of our cockers. That experience liked to have killed me when the puppy died and I had to bury it. If there was any way to save this animal I was going to give it my best shot.

All the puppies born that night, with the exception of the small hare lipped pup, were very valuable because of their unusual coloring. Most would bring between five to seven hundred dollars each. The next day I took the puppy to the vet. I was told nothing could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle.

After returning home Judy and I decided that we could not afford to spend that kind of money without getting some type of assurances from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live. However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and feeding the puppy by hand. Which I did every day and night, every two hours, for more than ten days.

The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a week we had taken deposits on all of the pups, except the one with the deformity. The little guy had learned to eat on his own as long as it was soft canned food.

Late that afternoon I had gone to the store to pick up a few groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired school teacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies for sale and was wondering if she might buy one from us for her grandson. I told her all the puppies had been sold, but I would keep my eyes open for anyone else who might have a Cocker Spaniel for sale.

I also mentioned we never kept a deposit should someone change their mind, and if so I would let her know. Within days all but one of the puppies had been picked up by their new owners. This left me with one brown and tan cocker as well as the smaller hare lipped puppy.

Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman, who had placed a deposit on the tan and brown pup. So I telephoned the school teacher and told her I had one puppy left and that she was welcome to come and look at it. She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and would come over at about eight o'clock that evening.

Judy and I were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, the man, who had placed a $100 deposit on the dog, was standing there. We walked inside where I filled out the paperwork, he paid me the balance of the money, and I handed him the puppy.

Judy and I did not know what to do or say if the teacher showed up with her grandson. Sure enough at exactly eight o'clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was the school teacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to her the man had come for the puppy just an hour before, and there were no puppies left.

"I'm sorry, Jeffery. They sold all the puppies," she told her grandson. Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began to yelp.

"My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from behind his grandmother.

I just about fell over when I saw the small child was hare lipped. The boy ran past me as fast as he could, down the hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. When the three of us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said,

"Look Grandma. They sold all the puppies except the pretty one, and he looks just like me." Well, old Grandma wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes that day. Judy and I stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Is this puppy for sale?" asked the school teacher.

"My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and that I have to take real good care of it," said the little boy, who was now hugging the puppy.

"Yes, ma'am. This puppy is for sale."

The lady opened her purse, and I could see several one-hundred dollar bills sticking out of her wallet. I reached over and pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not pull her wallet out.

"How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy.

"About a dollar?" He replied.

"No. This puppy is very, very expensive.”

 More than a dollar?" he asked.I told him.

"I'm afraid so," said his grandmother as the boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek.

"We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this puppy," Judy said, squeezing my hand. "Like you said, "It's the pretty one."

The school teacher took out two dollars and handed it to the young boy.

"It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man."

I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to look at their selves into the mirror and see nothing, except "The pretty one."

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To learn more about this marvelous man, you are invited to go to his website http://www.rogerdeankiser.com where you can buy his books and audio CDs of “Stories from The Life and Times of Roger Dean Kiser." There is also information of the American Orphan Association and how you can become involved in his “Christmas In July” program. (This story is courtesy of 52Best, Inc.)



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