Saturday was National Puppy Day, a special day set aside to love and appreciate the joy that puppies bring to our lives. National Puppy Day was founded by Pet Lifestyle Expert, Colleen Paige, a tireless advocate for the rights and well-being of dogs and other animals.
Even though I’m a few days late for National Puppy Day I thought I would take this chance to celebrate Sherman and Leroy’s puppyhood and share a bit about each of them and how they came to join our family.
I waited a long time for Sherman and the day we drove to Michigan to pick him up was a very memorable day for me. Forget the fact that we almost died on our drive up there because we drove through a torrential downpour for half of the trip and my life flashed before my eyes several times on the highway, but all that fear went away as soon as we pulled into our destination and the breeder scooped Sherman up and plopped him in my arms.
After almost a year of waiting, I was holding my first little brown newfie and I would of drove through anything to get him.
Sherman did not feel quite the same about me at first.
He didn’t even give me a puppy kiss for quite awhile.
Actually, he wouldn’t even look at me for quite some time.
When we headed home I really wanted to just hold Sherman in my arms the whole ride back but he wanted nothing to do with me. We sat in the back seat together but Sherman sat as far away from me as he could and never looked at me. I would try to scoot close to him and he would scoot farther away from me.
I felt bad.
When we got home, things weren’t much better and Sherman just sat in the corner for a long time not wanting anything to do with anybody.
It only took Sherman a few days to warm up to his new life and ever since then he hasn’t left my side.
Leroy is a whole other story.
Leroy came from the same breeder as Sherman but in between she moved from Michigan to North Dakota.
Leroy was grey boy. (based on the ribbons around their necks)
The breeder called me and said, “I have 2 potential show puppies, grey boy and red boy. You have to pick which one you want. I’m not picking for you this time.”
She explained the qualities that each puppy had and then sent me pictures.
“It’s your choice. You get pick of the litter and I can’t make up my mind because they are both great boys.”
My husband and I stared at the pictures forever. We couldn’t make up our minds.
Finally, after days of staring at grey and red puppy and talking things over with the breeder we picked grey puppy.
I’ll never forget it.
Grey boy it is.
Grey puppy was flown to us since making a road trip to North Dakota just wasn’t going to happen and as soon as I laid eyes on grey puppy I knew he was the one for us.
It was such a different experience with Leroy because he was a pistol as soon as we let him out of his crate at the airport. He came out struttin his stuff like he owned the joint. Not a hesitation in his little fuzzy body.
His confidence never changed as he came into our home for the first time, he checked out his new digs and claimed his new home with pride and a piddle in the middle of kitchen.
It’s hard to imagine that they were both so small at one time.
Such little fluff balls that grew into big fluff balls.
What about you? Have you taken a trip down puppy lane lately with your dog?