Dolly

by Linda Goldman

Heads turn when she enters a restaurant, a hotel lobby, even when she walks down the street minding her own business. Those who have known her for years still look on with admiration. She has a confident stride, holds her head high, shoulders back, long graceful neck, as if she mastered the art of walking a catwalk since childhood. Even more impressive, she conveys intelligence without uttering a word. Beauty plus brains, always a winning combination. She provokes envy in others but has no clue. She knows how to live in the moment without concern for what others think.

One of six youngsters in the family, Dolly’s star quality showed up as an infant. She seemed lit from within. There was no doubt that Dolly was their mother’s favorite, showering her with extra attention, the longest cuddles, teaching new skills and tricks. All the siblings, including Dolly, learned to manage their emotions, often told by the adults early on to “calm down” and “take it easy”. They absorbed that message down to their bones, quite obedient well into young adulthood. Some of her siblings lost their spunk and joie de vivre. Their mother could be quite harsh, yet Dolly continued to thrive.

Although the brood lived with both parents, their father constantly disappeared. When he was home, he went off by himself. No one came to expect much from the old grouch. Their mother occasionally snapped at him but gave up in disgust since he was a lazy nogoodnik. Dolly received so much attention from her mother that she barely noticed her dad’s absence. Maybe blissful ignorance says it best.

Adolescence meant the professional star-makers came calling. Her father didn’t blink an eye. Her mother didn’t object. Dolly was soon on track to be groomed into someone special in a brand-new world. The legendary Martin Sommerville would guide her and shape her, refining her walk even more. He used every bit of knowledge in his tool kit. Dolly could become the winner she was meant to be. Once she was out of the house, her siblings didn’t seem to miss her at all. Extra income for the family wasn’t such a bad idea either.

It would take time, many hours of lessons and dedication, as Dolly trained with her coach, mentor, whatever you want to call him. They worked hard. And she proved to be a willing student. Martin had worked with many others like her over the years, and sensitive to Dolly’s needs.

“I will always respect you and treat you well,” he said, more than once. “You can relax. Know that you’re in good hands.”

Although demanding, he was consistent in his loving kindness. He doted on her, believed in her, and built up her confidence. Dolly turned her life over to him.

Whoever saw them working together agreed that Dolly showed great promise and destined for success. It took one year. From the very first day and every day since, he whispered in her ear.

“You will take home top prize at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.”

And so she did.