In 1999 I bought a dog for my son or I should say the dog bought
us. I had promised my son, who at the time was 11, that when and if I ever
bought a house I would get him a dog. That day came and we went off to purchase
the dog.
First mistake was going to the pet store. Pet store puppies are
usually puppy mill puppies that wind up having all kinds of hereditary problems
and existing health problems from life at the puppy mill.
Before ever leaving the house we had done research on the type
of dog that would best suit our needs. The plan was to purchase a bichon. They
were supposed to be the smartest dogs, easily trained, and very loyal.
We walked into the store and immediately this little black ball
with feet flew into my son's arms. The man working there apologized for the dog
said he escaped while the cage was being cleaned and removed the dog. The
worker placed back into a glass front cage that had a sign indicating the dog
was a Yorkshire terrier and his price was $350. The bichon were in another cage
with a price tag of $500. The Bichons had the luxury of having siblings to play
with while the Yorkie stood alone, still relishing his short quick foray
through the store.
The Bichons were cute but not that cute. There were of course
other puppies, tussling about, barking and nipping each other. There was some
sleeping so hard as to be oblivious of our presence.
As my son walked from one end or the glass wall to the next the
little black Yorkie watched him. He walked to end on his right and stopped in front
of the black dog. The dog’s tail was going crazy as the 2 stared at each other.
My son then walked all the way to the left and returned to the black dog, which
immediately started barking and jumping up and down. "I want that
one".
Four dog books and a 2 month internet search for the perfect dog
was just axed by a dog who escaped his handler and flew into the arms of a
little boy.
To be continued....
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