It’s been 354 days since I wrote my last post. It was a “Go Ask Your Father” post. Life has carried on as it always does. I appreciate everyone who has stopped by during that time.
Now for the meat of the matter. These are the dog days of summer, so this would be an appropriate story to tell.
Crash and Bang (who are now 12 and 8…. not 6 and 2 like when I first started blogging) had been asking for a couple years to get a dog. With DW being allergic we couldn’t just get any ol’ dog. It was another mouth to feed. It was the responsibility of cleaning up after it, exercising it, training it, feeding it, taking it to the vet, and a hundred other things… the answer was always “no”.
Then one sunny afternoon the four of us were out and about and DW saw a dog hanging out the window of a parked SUV. DW made kissy noises at it and the whole dog started wagging. As we passed the SUV we realized it was a friend of ours. She told us she would take her pup, Lola, out for us to meet. Lola was the fluffiest 6 month old puppy. She had feet that were all fluff. She looked like a giant teddy bear. She told us Lola was a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier. Then she told us that she doesn’t shed. DW’s next words were, “I could go for a dog like that.”
Done. I found out which breeder she got her Lola from and then contacted said breeder (who was only a couple hours from us). She got back to me and told me she would let me know when she expected more puppies. In the meantime we found some other Wheaten Terrier breeders. We ended up on a waiting list with one of those others. Unfortunately, the owner decided not to breed. That breeder recommended us to another breeder here in Nova Scotia. We were lucky enough to make on to her waiting list. Again, unfortunately, she ended up not breeding (one of her older dogs passed away and it was too much stress on her younger ones). It was now February, 8 months later. DW had gotten in touch with breeder we originally contacted and found out that her Cassidy had just become pregnant.
Yadda yadda yadda… DW kept in touch with the breeder through the pregnancy and in April Cassidy had 9 puppies! Sadly, one died at just a week or two old. We thought the breeder would tell us which of the 8 puppies we would get. We thought wrong. We got to pick out our puppy! We made the first trek with much excitement to meet the breeder, the momma, and the puppies. The pups we just 3 weeks old. It was cuteness overload. After 2 hours of visiting and chatting we just couldn’t choose. We wanted them all.
We returned two weeks later.
Upon entering, Miss Purple (because she had on a purple collar) stared up at DW from inside the pen. She pawed at the sides as if to say “Pick me up. I’ll go home with you.” So DW picked her up and gave her snuggles. Next she picked up Mr Brown (naturally, he had a brown collar). Mr Brown licked DW’s nose! So we had to decide… Mr Brown or Miss Purple?
I am here now to introduce you to Miss Purple, now affectionately known as Úna. Pronounced “Oonagh”.