Something crappy happened a couple of weeks ago. The breeder sold our puppy.
I'm just going to guess that someone offered her more money, as well as agreeing to a breeding contract, and that was enough for her. I was pretty upset, but decided not to go chatting about it until I had a plan.
Luckily for me, the breeder felt awful for selling him. Really awful. She contacted another breeder in the area to get us a dog. The new breeder is a whole lot more on top of things. She has already started training her puppies, spends all day taking care of them, and she had a boy dog for us. I visited him on Saturday. Good lord, he is adorable.
He also has quite a little personality. Within a few minutes of me arriving, he started play-fighting with his brother. His brother kept biting him on the face, so my puppy turned around and bit him on the wang. The wang, people.
He also spent a lot of time nuzzling my boobs, so he's clearly a charmer.
My Better Half and I are picking him up this Saturday. It's so soon! I have to much to prepare before then! I need to locate a baby gate, get a dog crate, get some food and treats, and goodness knows what else. Then I'll probably never leave the house because I'll have a squishy little wang-biting potato to play with.
Five days, y'all! Five days until the potato comes home!
Just for fun, he's a picture of my potato's mama, Sadie.
Brilliant. I love bulldogs.
PS, If anyone has a baby gate they don't use anymore, drop me a line! (Or a medium dog crate, for that matter)
PPS, "Wang" is being picked up as a typo. C'mon Blogger! It's a perfectly valid word!