SORRY, ALL THE PICTURES THAT WERE INCLUDED IN THIS POST WERE LINKED FROM OUR WEBSITE. SINCE WE'VE GONE OUT OF THE PUPPY BUSINESS, WE SHUT DOWN THE WEBSITE AND I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MANY OF MY BLOG POSTS THAT IT WOULD AFFECT. EGADS! OH WELL. PUP

I'm definitely kicking myself for deciding to have just one more litter of puppies before we quit the business for good.  Since that fateful decision:

1.  Our wonderful Vet retired with very little notice, leaving us to deal with the other one in town that I don't care for at all.

2.  Our groomer spent 10 weeks in Alaska and isn't taking much business anymore, so I've been having to use a new one in town that isn't as good and more expensive.

3.  I just found out yesterday morning that the ad we have had in the city for a week was mis-printed with the wrong area code on the phone number.

4.  Everyone is broke from buying school clothes and supplies or going on vacation and aren't thinking of buying a dog.  Happens every year at this time.

5.  The only buyer we had so far called to back out last night and the phone still isn't ringing from the newly corrected ad in the paper.

6.  Out of six puppies, five are males.  Nine out of ten buyers want a female.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?! 

We have so many strikes against us this time that it's almost funny.  "Almost" being the key word here, lol.

So we may have to reduce the price drastically this time.  However, I would rather reduce them to almost nothing to make sure they go to good homes than to sell to a broker that will ship then god knows where and not treat them well at all.

I was at the "new" Vet's office the other day with all six puppies and had already been waiting over an hour for my scheduled appointment to get their first shots.  There were a few other folks waiting in this tiny waiting room, along with a young couple sitting across from me that had a puppy in a box on the floor that wasn't moving at all and obviously very sick.  From the looks of the couple and my suspicion that this was a pit bull puppy, I was pretty sure this puppy had not been vaccinated and therefore could possibly be very sick with Parvo. 

The puppy died right there in that box on the floor, so the couple said they were taking it home to bury it.  Two of the Vet's assistants came out and said they recognized the odor of Parvo before they even got to the waiting area and proceeded to start spraying and wiping the area the box was in.

Needless to say, I was pretty upset along with everybody else in that room.  There I sat with six UN-VACCINATED, vulnerable, innocent puppies.

And I wanted to scream at that couple about letting a puppy go un-vaccinated against such deadly diseases, letting it get way too sick before they brought it in, and not having a whit of concern for other animals in that room that could be exposed. 

Whew, it felt good to get that off my chest.  I think I'll go play with the puppies and smell that wonderful puppy breath for a while.  It's really great therapy, ya know? They are all so precious!

So, how many of you are interested in giving one of these precious pups a good home?  Hmmmmm????

Aw, come on!  You'll fall in love instantly, I promise.

Later, y'all!

Pup

This is my new "favorite movie", folks!  If you haven't seen it, you're missing out, for sure.  These guys kept me laughing all the way through the movie and (once again) our generation's music is all through it, so it's really hard not to jump up and dance along with it. 

Try it folks!  You'll like it!

"Wild Hog" Pup

It finally happened.  I went home from work day before yesterday to and was greeted by a cold, black screen as I entered the kitchen and looked at my desk.  My poor ole slow computer finally just couldn't crawl anymore, I guess.  It may just be a power supply, but either way, I can only access the blog via my work computer (that I'm on now) or Ice's computer, which is rarely unoccupied. 

However, I can string ethernet cord across the living room once again to hook up the laptop, so that will have to suffice til I can get the poor ole gray ghost fixed.

In the meantime, I'll see if I can find a repairman with a better butt than the view above.  And I may just go back over to Ice's blog and "run around nekkid", as Belle so eloquently put it, lol.  Or was that Colo?  Never mind, I'm confused enough already and Leo sure as heck isn't helping much.

Later, y'all!

Puterless Pup

"....It was a time of teenage rebellion, a time of limited exploration - that is, limited to anything that seemed to be the opposite of whatever I thought I was expected to be exploring. And that's just what we do at that age: march in lock-step to an idea of nonconformity and judge one another, and ourselves, on the basis of how well we conform to it. No wonder teenagers are so daffy..."

I've been over at the "White Lodge" reading and those words jumped out at me as the best description I've ever read of what it's like to be a teenager.  That rebellious time that we are so hell bent on rebelling against conformity that we end up conforming to the very idea, lol.  The best example I can think of, maybe because I'm a child of the 60's, is the Hippie Era.  How many of us were or remember those that were so intent on "doing their own thing" that they looked and acted like carbon copies of each other?

So we weren't any different from any other generation of teenagers and young adults that think they're on to something new and unique only to be repeating the same phenomenon over and over again.  But hey!  Nobody did it any better than we did, now did they?  The proof is in the fact that every commercial, movie and T.V. show these days are using our music.  And you just can't beat our music that lives on 40 years later. 

So maybe we did it just a tad better than the rest, ya think?  I like to think so.

Peace, y'all and have a great weekend!

Pup