So, last month, on my birthday, hoss and I were on a mission. We were going to take the plunge and get a dog. Our lives will never be the same.
The dog idea had been in our thoughts for well over 3 months, and in September, hoss gave me the go-ahead to start looking. His parents have 2 breeding female Yorkshire Terriers commonly referred to as "yucky dogs" around the farm. After taking some time to observe their behavior, and those annoying little yips, we decided it couldnt be a small dog. My first choice was a german shepherd, but hoss wanted a very gentle dog. His eye was set on a St. Bernard, but my allergies just wont tollerate that much hair. We had joked about getting a dog that was so big it would be fitting to name it moose. In passing I had suggested a Dane, and thats when all sanity left the lump on my shoulders. I wanted a moose.
Now, Danes are about $2500 in our area (slightly out of our budget) but I knew the right one would come along. I could be patient. It took 2 months of scouring every paper, breeder sight, dog forum, and there she was. A female Dane Retriever mix. Sad eyes, dark coat, and a little misfit mark on her nose. And definitely in our price range. Just $200.
On the way to meet her I prayed for a sign that she was the one. All two and a half hours north hoss and I talked and worried that we'd be making all this drive for nothing. We got lost in a little town went over a bridge and found ourselves in the next state. Thats when I remembered telling hoss that I had this strange feeling that the next time we left the state we would end up with a dog. I turned to him and reminded him about just that. "Alright hoss," I said "lets go get Moose"
I have since decided that if I survive Mooses puppy year, she and I are both getting fixed! Oh the long journey that is puppiness!
More to come,
The mother of a moose
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