Girl vs. Boy

As you have now figured out, we chose a boy puppy.  There were a few reasons for this.  First, there were only two puppies to choose from.  The others had been sold, and there was a little boy and a little girl left.  The little girl was smaller than the little boy, and I immediately wanted her for that reason.

Then, the wife/breeder sat me down and started telling me about the two puppies personalities.  The little girl was headstrong.  She didn't mind very well, and she did things her way.  It would be tough to break her, the wife said, but she was very loving and good otherwise.  She also stated that the little girl was very "busy", meaning she was all over the place.  We witnessed this.  She climbed all over the other puppies and never really stopped to catch her breath.

The little boy puppy was playful and appeared happy and well socialized.  The wife said that he was her favorite and that he was a cuddler because of this.  She cuddled with him a lot, and said that he was much more calm than the girl.  She said that he always wanted to be with you, where the little girl was very independent and didn't care to cuddle and sit still.

So, what it came down to is that the little boy was going to grow up to be more of a lap dog, and the little girl was going to grow up to be hell on wheels.  TEN observed that these descriptions corresponded with us rather well.  Him - a lap dog.  Me - hell on wheels.  He let me make the decision, but his recommendation was that we take the little boy.  Then, he went across the room and sat down while I kept talking to the wife.  The little boy puppy followed him and sat down at his feet.  That was it.  The little boy puppy wanted to be with TEN.  He was alreadying following him around.  SOLD.

I don't for one minute regret my decision.  By the time we made it back to Smalltown, VA from the breeder's house I was in love.  Truly, madly, deeply.  Louis is my baby.  Now, if only I could somehow convince him to come to work for me, and I would GLADLY spend the day sleeping in the crate :)

Yawn,

T