We weren't planning on this. The last thing I needed was another mouth to feed, more poop to clean up, and another one to scold. But I just couldn't help myself.
We were planning on looking at getting a dog in spring or summer. I looked into breeds. I wanted a dog that was good with kids. A laid back dog that was still very playful. I wanted a big dog that would keep me company and watch over the house when Todd was on a hunting trip. If possible I wanted a dog that wouldn't shed much. I wanted a dog that was easy to train. Perhaps one that didn't bark all day long. I had a long list of wants. I found all of those things in the Gooldendoodle breed and I also found a breeder that was perfect. Her dogs were treated like family and were not kept in kennels just used for breeding. They had the run of her five acre home. They had ponds to swim in. And WOW where they well behaved. I knew I would be getting our dog from her eventually.
The boys bugged me constantly about getting a dog and would make me pull up the breeder's website often just to look at the pictures of the beautiful dogs that we would eventually be getting. When I went to the website this past week I saw that a 3 month old puppy had become available. This puppy was sold a month ago but returned to the breeder when the owner decided she could not keep up with a puppy and her two young children. The puppy was already potty trained, would sit and lie down on command, and was a very smart girl. I just couldn't believe my good fortune. When I told Todd about the dog he told me I should contact the breeder and find out more about her. The breeder told me that there was already a long list of people interested in her. I told her to add us to the list.
Todd and I mulled it over for a long time. Were we ready for a puppy? Was Grace old enough to defend herself from a puppy? Was this dog as great as she sounded? Could we afford a puppy right now (this dog was not cheap)?
The breeder told us that she had picked us out of the list of people and that if we wanted her we could have her. We decided to take the leap and went to pick up our new puppy on Friday.
This is Molly:
She even went trick or treating with us and waited patiently as the boys went up to the doors for their candy.
Molly doesn't even seem like a puppy. She has not had one accident in our house. She goes to the patio doors and lets out a quiet little whine when she has to go potty. She knows not to play bite when she is playing with the boys and she is extra gentle with Grace. We have yet to really hear her bark. The boys love being greeted by Molly when they come downstairs in the morning. It just brightens their whole day. She is a little doll. Our whole family is in love.
Welcome to the family, Molly!