The Black. Female. Runt.

I didn't see the flaws. 
Honestly.
I didn't see her scrawniness. 
 Honest!

I saw that she was black. I saw that she was a female. I had been told she was the runt, but I could see that for myself now.

I DID see the bites on the top of her pointy head. The breeder (and I do use that term in the loosest sense of the word) said the other puppies bit her because she was the smallest. And the bites were starting to get infected.

The breeder said he had been hand-feeding her because she wasn't able to get to the mother to nurse. HELLO!! Heather? Did you go deaf when you walked in their door?

I didn't even look at the cute rolly poly puppies hopping around, playing with each other.

I only had eyes for the black. female. runt.


Later, as one does to ease buyer's remorse, I justified my purchase as a true rescue operation. I do believe I actually bought a rescue dog. That puppy had no business still being alive. Apparently, she was a fighter. But for how much longer? I felt that I had saved her from certain death. I mean, how much longer was the breeder willing to take care of her? If she didn't die on her own.


Looking back at the situation now, I still believe I rescued her. But at what cost? To be honest, I haven't had the courage to add up the total expenses... but that's another story for another time.


Back to the breeders...