We did not tell anyone!
It was a long drive and I had plenty of time to debate with myself whether this was a good idea.
With everything else going on (the house for sale, the move, working, parenting two kids alone…) was bringing a puppy into the fold a good plan?
Was I ready to love another little friend?
We had just put Lucy down the day before!
It feels too soon, yet the house is so quiet without a pet-
We arrived about 6 pm and went into the house to start the paperwork. The puppy, who would be named Vinney (we decided that on our drive down), was getting a bath. When she brought him out, the three of us all cooed.
He was so cute.
His fur so silky and wavy. He was so friendly and wanting to kiss us all. He had long legs and big paws. He weighed 3 pounds and likely would get to about 15-18 pounds they figured.
So while we were finishing the paperwork, the breeder brings out his sister. All cute with bows in her hair.
She was so petite, the runt.
I asked why she wasn’t advertised on their website. The breeder said that black dogs don’t photograph well, so it’s hard to get people to fall in love with a picture online and want to adopt them. If they have more than one black puppy in a litter, they usually just put one photo up online and tell people about any others. I got the feeling they were the “black sheep” of the liter. I really wanted to ask what they did with the black pups that were not adopted, but I was afraid of the answer.
Instead, I said “I’ll take them both!” (Gigi is on the left and Vinney is on the right.)
What was I thinking? I didn’t want to worry about the fate of that black puppy. She was so sweet and wouldn’t it be fun to have a brother and sister? Maybe the transition would be easier on them being together. Besides, how much more work can two puppies be than one? I would soon find out.
The ride home was adventurous!
Vinney got car sick, he looked so miserable and lethargic. Gigi, was a perfect car rider.
We called Steve to let him in on the secret we had!
He did not believe us. It took us a bit to convince him.
We then called my parents, who were shocked as well, but couldn’t wait to meet them.
We arrived home about 12:30 am and they had no success going potty outside which I could hardly blame them, their bellies barely cleared the grass and it was a cold November in Wisconsin. I decided to train them to a potty pad instead until they were bigger. They took to the pad well and in about 36 hours were looking for it on their own.
Steve was home a few days for Thanksgiving and a week over Christmas which was wonderful. He got to meet the puppies and enjoy their antics, as well as, reconnect with the kids.
Things were crazy but so worth it!
Kimberly
