I'm hoping this deal doesn't fall through! I have been searching for a new dog for months. Ever since Lucky mysteriously disappeared, there has been nothing suitable to adopt. When there IS, somebody else always gets it first. Which is good for the dog. Not so good for me.
Here's hoping that Farmer H doesn't do anything to jinx this latest verbal agreement. It's kind of a family thing. There are four pups. Farmer H sent me pictures of all of them. And asked which one I wanted. Maybe my first choice was already spoken for. But this is the other one I mentioned:
See what I mean about knowing one of the breeds in the mix? That's a heeler, by cracky! A part-heeler pup as a companion for my little Jack. Farmer H said it's heeler and beagle. Um. No. He sent a picture of the mama dog. She's no heeler, and she's no beagle. Maybe a beagle mix. I might show the other pictures later.
Anyhoo... I asked the breeds, because take a look at those FEET! Granted, Jack has those sturdy digging paws. And he's not too big. So lets hope Farmer H is not too far off on this puppy's family tree.
I haven't thought about a name yet. I'll have to see him in person. Or "in puppy," if you will. Of course we will get him his puppy shots, and de-wormer, and eventually his very special operation.
I'm half-holding my breath until Farmer H can pick him up in two weeks.
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