I’m getting a dog in 5 days. Because the one thing missing from my life was a greater variety of animal poops to clean up.
At this point all I know is that he’ll be a male.
I don’t know what colour he’ll be OR what I’m going to name him. For someone who makes their living by stringing words together in a clever or entertaining fashion I’ve found my Achilles heel is with naming pets.
And writing sexy novellas.
My dog is coming from a respected long time breeder who does extensive genetic testing with her litters.
So why a breeder for my dog and not a rescue like all of my cats? Because I wanted a purebred dog, with specific attributes and a known health history.
You may have noticed I haven’t told you the breed. Don’t worry, I will in my next post when I finally have him here with me but you might be able to tell from the photos. If you’re clever like that.
The reason I don’t know which dog I’ll be getting is because the breeder has a big hand in matching puppies with families because she’s the one who has come to know the dog’s individual personalities over the past 8 weeks.
Since she has and breeds show dogs, the breeder wants to make sure that the puppy with the most championship show potential will go to someone who is actually going to show the dog.
I will not.
I will not show the dog.
I will not show the dog because I don’t have time to add another thing to my life.
I will not show the dog because I don’t have time to add another thing to my life even though I bet I’d really like it and it sounds like fuuuuuuuuuun and who doesn’t like the Westminster dog show?!
NO. No, no, no.
But maybe competitive agility training would be fun.
So I won’t end up with the dog that has the most show potential. Which is fine – I want a puppy with the best *pet* potential. Show potential in puppies is best judged when they’re 8 weeks old. The same age they usually are when they go to their homes.
So it takes that long for the breeder to decide which dog to hold back for showing.
Once the breeder has picked out the show puppy at 8 weeks, then she starts assigning puppies to families based on the puppy’s personality and the needs and wants of the family.
This litter has white puppies and black puppies.
Both of the colours are nice and when I went to meet them for the first time last weekend they were all beautiful, friendly, rolly polly balls of fluffy fur that I’d be happy to take care of.
It could be him …
Or possibly him …
There are two other hims that it might be as well.
I’ve never raised a dog before. But I’d never visited a tumbling cyclone of puppies until a week ago either and I did really REALLY well with that so I should be good.
Plus I’ve watched 10,782,540 hours of YouTube videos on dog training in the past 2 years.
Although I’ve watched 10,782,541 hours of YouTube videos on how to curl your hair and I still can’t do that so …
I haven’t been this joyously excited about something in a very long time. It’s kid at Christmas kind of excited.
No name. No idea which dog. But a whole mess of chew toys. That is where I am today.
He’ll be home with me and Ernie on Saturday.
If all goes well I expect we’ll be living happily together without any stress by about year 2.
The official puppy introduction post will come in a week or two.
I expect the perfect name will come to me about 6 months after I’ve already named him.