Oh, Yeah. What Puppy. Well…about that. You probably know I’ve had this wild-hair-up-my-hiney called MUST HAVE ANOTHER DOG for awhile now. I’m not sure what causes that; probably an all-out love of animals which sometimes causes grief. Case in point. This is what led me to bring home that Springer a couple weeks back, remember? So, I’ve been looking in the paper, online, Craig’s List, you know, anywhere I thought I might find something interesting. Then I found this old book I’ve had called Your Purebred Puppy. It’s all about finding out what kind of dog would be best for you and your family. Which seems kind of silly, because I’ve had dogs (of all sorts) my whole life. But I thought, well, maybe there is a breed out there I haven’t thought about. Yeah. I know. This chick is crazy. So I decided I want an English Setter. I found a local breeder who had a litter and off we went…Alan and I went out Saturday. I want a male, and I want it Lemon or Orange (that is, with yellow or orange markings, lol!) So he had two pups left; the black and white female he is keeping, and an orange and white male. He is soooo dang cute!! Look at those green eyes!
But, here was the problem… (yeah; with me, it’s always the problems!!) He was the last puppy left because he has this growth on his hind leg. The breeder’s vet said it was probably just a wart and would fall off. Uh huh. But, the breeder had all the right answers to the other questions, about the Health Certifications, and why he bred his dog, and the bloodlines, and what-have-you. So. Alan and I left – (to buy a vacuum because mine broke 2 weeks ago, which means my house looks scarier than ever!) and we talked. And decided it was worth a shot. The breeder agreed to hold our check until we had the puppy checked out by our own vet and decided if we’d keep him or not. We had the puppy for three days. He was a really good little guy… I mean, sure, he pooped on the carpet, but he’s a puppy! It’s part of the deal. But, he was smart as a whip, only whined for like 5 minutes when we’d crate him up for the night, was learning to get along with the Bob and Merry, understood "down" and mostly picked up only his own toys and not Kiki’s… I think he’d have been really easy to train. And sweet!! Oh, my. And it was so funny to watch him ‘point’ birds, not to mention pointing the cat, lol! Boy, is that an ingrained instinct! However…. yeah, there had to be that, didn’t there?? I took him to my vet yesterday, and $86.00 later I found out he has a non-malignant tumor that needs to be removed at the cost of $400+. And, no knowing if he’s susceptible to them or not…. Well, I know anything can happen with a pet, but I also think that you don’t want to start out with issues right off. In fact, I’d been praying all morning "Lord, you know I want a second dog, and I really like this little guy. If he’s the dog for us, then let this be simple and inexpensive. But, if there is some reason I’m not supposed to get a new dog right now, then let it be expensive and possibly problematic." You have to agree, God answered that pretty plainly. Dang it. My vet didn’t say what I should do, of course, because they just don’t, but I could tell he thought it wasn’t the best idea ever to go ahead and buy this pup – I mean, same reason – why start with a problem? When I went up front to pay, the gal asked me "So, did you hear what you wanted?" and I had to say "No, not really." She asked if we were going to keep him, and when I told her no she said "Well, I wasn’t going to say anything if you’d decided to keep him, but I can tell you now that I got a Brittany pup who had a bump like that, and I figured ‘no big deal’ and got her, and she’s only a year and a half old, but if I didn’t work here, she’d be an $1,800.00 dog at this point – it’s just been one thing after another with her." So, I guess that confirmed my decision.
We took him back last night. The breeder was totally nice about it, wondered if we’d want him if his vet did the removal (but, no, it’s just not right) and then said he’d keep our names because his brother also breeds and will probably have a litter next year…(and the vet said to tell the breeder it’s not genetic or anything, just a fluke deal that happens sometimes) so, that’s the end of this little chapter for now. I just pray he’ll find a loving home, because he really deserves one. Well, all dogs do.
That’s the end of my dog search for now. After two failures, I am just bruised in the heart and can’t take it anymore for awhile. Poor Merry was so stressed out after the pup disappeared she threw up all over the place… I’m doing the laundry as we speak…. Bob, he’s relaxing somewhere. Sometimes, I don’t understand why I do what I do. But I can’t help myself, I guess. So, there you have it – the puppy story in all it’s sad detail. I am pretty sure, tho, that someday when I am up for it, I will get an English Setter…. even Alan said he’d sure like that kind of dog.
Cute and mischievious
Trying to make friends with Merry
Bob the Brave
Playing with Kiki
Looking for Bob
So, why was he a $5.00 horse? This is a great story! I’d had other horses before him, but at the moment (in college and newly married) I was "horseless". I was taking riding lessons from a woman who taught Equestrian courses at my University. I’d met her through the program there and really liked her. One day she suggested I attend a local show, just to observe, because she was hoping I’d be showing soon. So, I drug Alan out to the show. It was an all-breed show, hunter-jumper show, but at the lunch break they were going to raffle off a horse to raise money for their horse club. Of course I had to check it out! Turns out the horse they were raffling off was an Arabian gelding! I adore Arabians! In fact, all but one of the horses I’ve owned have been purebred or partbred Arabs. They just tug at my heart. Well, the tickets were going for $5.00 each. Alan said, "well, we have exactly $5.00 (remember, college students, newly married!) We can either both have a hot dog for lunch, or buy a raffle ticket." What do you think I did??!! Of course I bought the ticket! Now, I’d never won anything in my life. Right after I’d gotten the ticket, I heard a lady ask "Is the horse that yearling over there?" Okay, because I had no expectations of winning – and maybe I’m not so bright – I hadn’t even thought to ask to see the horse! Duh. When I heard it was a yearling, I almost went and asked to return my ticket! I’d never raised a young horse, and what I really wanted was a horse to ride. But, I figured, I wasn’t going to win, so it wasn’t worth the embarassment of asking for my money back .
Skip to lunch time. I’d been having a great ol’ time watching the show. Alan, not so much. Back then, though, he used to humor me, and at least pretend he enjoyed it, lol. Then they led out this beautiful little grey yearling gelding, and trotted him around the arena, and read off his pedigree. He had really nice bloodlines, and he sure was a pretty guy! (I have pics of me and him at that very moment, but couldn’t find them today) Then, they call off the winning number. People all around me are looking at their huge long strings of tickets they’d bought. No one responded. Number called again. Quiet in the stands. I pull my ticket out of my pocket, and realize I’ve got the winning ticket!! What do I do?? Do I want this horse? Do I keep my mouth shut and let them call another number? That would be the sensible thing to do…. Sensible-Shmensible!! I just won a HORSE!!! Of course I jumped up and yelled "it’s me, it’s me!!" Wow. Simply wow. I was offered money for him within the hour, lol, but by then I was in love with him.
I have to tell you the folks who donated the foal were a bit concerned. You see, I didn’t have a trailer, no way to get him home….lol. I arranged for them to bring him the next day to my parent’s house, as they had a half-acre zoned for horses. I know they thought I was some doofus "backyard horse owner" who didn’t have a clue. By the way, being a "backyard horse owner" is a huge insult for anyone who knows horses, lol. I didn’t care what they thought, I was on cloud nine.
This picture is about 5 years later. As a 2 year old, he’d won Grand Champion Gelding at the local fair, with Alan actually handling him in the class!! (That is, a halter class, no riding.) This picture was our first show under saddle. I’d done all his training, with some riding lessons on him from a really great gal who helped us a lot. He did so great!! (I competed against a gal whose parents owned the big stable where we’d boarded him before getting our own property, and her horse was the same age as mine, and she’d done the training….so when I placed above her in both of my classes, well, you can just say I was puffed up and proud, lol!!)
Okay, he looks a little ratty in this next picture (he was tired and it was windy) but those are our ribbons – a 2nd place and a 3rd place!! I was so proud of us!
I’ll wait for another post to tell you what happened to this wonderful horse of mine – I don’t feel like crying tonite.
Then up on top of the curio cabinet….
He moved my picture…trying to find a way up…
"Should I jump to the top of the curtains?"
"Nah, I’ll just get down…"
"Dude, that totally wore me out."
"A bag! Radical. I think I’ll take a nap."