...or anywhere else for that matter. But I should NOT have taken my heart south of the border. South of the North Carolina border, that is!
Everything I had read previously had created a mental "checklist" of questions to ask, things to look for, when picking out a breeder and the dog. And I thought I would still be rational when I drove to South Carolina and met with my daughter to go to the breeder's house.
Uh huh.
My checklist went out the window as soon as I saw Charley, my daughter's pup. He was so cute, so adorable, so cuddly, so full of puppy breath. I mean, how could anything be wrong with the pup I chose. Famous last words.
Unfortunately, I didn't realize that, at the instant I knew a female runt was available, the dog I was going to get was already predetermined.By myself. Subconsciously.
I must have been deaf. Because I sure didn't hear those bells and whistles going off when we turned into the breeder's driveway.
Next: Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
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