A couple of months ago we added a new puppy to our family. I researched breeders in our area for a Shitzu-Poodle mix or something similar. Along with food allergies my son is allergic to dogs. On October 8th, my two boys, one of my nephews and our current dog pile into the car. We are just going to look at the puppies...just looking.
Once we get there, the house is large on a desolate piece of property. There is a half circle drive way with very little grass surrounding the house. We ring the doorbell and a stark looking man answers the door and lets us in. He says barely a word to us and calls for his wife. She asks what kind of dog we wanted to see, so I gently reminder her. There are lots of dogs barking but there are none in sight. She brings out two puppies to a "show" pen, but it definitely was not kept like a show pen. It was dirty from previous dogs before. The woman brings out these two adorable black and white puppies who were craving attention. The pups couldn't have been more than 5 pounds each. They were clearly not properly managed and had very little contact with people. The girl was rambunctious and the boy was quiet and reserved. They both looked frail with a poor coat of hair, but eager to see people. The woman was not very friendly and did not handle the puppies in a kind manner, or as we thought someone who loved dogs might. At one point, she picked up the boy by his front leg. My almost thirteen year old shot me a look that could kill. I knew what he was thinking, he wanted to scream at that woman. We quickly bring in Dakota to see if she might get along with one of the puppies. But it was too chaotic from the dogs barking, to the smell of the dogs and just being in an unfamiliar place. The boys and I decided quickly on the reserved boy, he would be a good match for our already energetic and loving girl. Honestly, we couldn't wait to get out of there. Once he was crated and our way home, we discussed names for our new little boy. We knew he was going to need a lot of love and patience to gain his trust. He was timid, curious but was so fearful of people. We loved him instantly and after our name discussion on the way home, his name would be Tucker Clark. It was perfect. Dakota is slowly adjusting to sharing our attention and showing him the ways to be spoiled. Now that we have you, we couldn't imagine our world with out you! Welcome home Tucker Clark.
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Lisa Goldman
3/12/2019 09:38:39 pm
Your attention to detail describing the "breeder's" house truly paints the scene, albeit a sad one.
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