Tuesday Feelings

I just woke up.
So far so good.

Yesterday I went to visit the puppy I plan to adopt, and although the lady in charge told me there are no holds on puppies, mine had a big fat yellow sticker saying she was being held.

Grrr.

When I asked about it, someone girl's puppy died, a puppy from their rescue, and they were allowing that girl to hold a puppy. (actually 2 puppies but WHO IS COUNTING?)

I will tell you who.
Me.

So NOW I need to know how that puppy died. Because if it is something that could infect the building and other puppies, I need to know. NOW.

Any chance the puppy she had died of negligence?
How old is this girl?
Can she even take care of a puppy?
Let alone 2?

 Grrr.
Little Red Runt wanted to come home with us.
She is going to be the perfect medium build, and she looks alot like Ono, so I think they would end up looking really good together. Like different sizes of the same thing.

Bah.

But life goes on.

The following week they have another litter ready to go. I don't have pictures yet, but these are Boxerdors (Boxer/Labrador) and they are adorable.

One of them looks like my mom's old dog, whom we all loved SO MUCH.
Fawn with a pretty little white stripe down his nose.
My heart beats for Forrest when I see him.
But my pick of the litter has paws like dumptrucks and is twice the size of all the other pups.
She is inky black with a head like a little Newfie.

And I am starting to give her some consideration now too.

I will go by later this week and see if her personality is sprouting out yet.
Right now they are just a huge sleepy puppy pile still.

So, to sum up:

I do not like rules being laid out to me as policy, only to find that the policy doesn't apply to some people.
I will still show up and try to win The Red Runt next Friday.
And I will try not to get too attached to a pup until I have it in our hot little home.