Yesterday, “the” litter of Newfoundland pups had their final health check up.
Last night, my son and I went to visit the litter to make the final pick of “our” puppy.
(This entire process has been handled WAY differently than it was throughout my Bad Breeder Experience.)
I had an idea of which puppy I’d be picking as I drove to see the litter.
I did not pick that puppy.
I surprised even myself.
Here is a (poor quality) photo of my new pup:
He will be coming home to live with me/us tomorrow, Wednesday.
On the drive home last night, my son said the puppy “looks like a Fred.”
I told him we couldn’t name him Fred because the “lost puppy” from Bad Breeder Experience was named Fred.
My son told me I needed to name this puppy Fred, regardless.
I surprised myself, again, by agreeing.
Our new puppy is now named Fred.
Let me tell you a little about Fred.
Fred is huge – even by Newfoundland puppy standards.
Fred weighed 23 pounds at approximately nine weeks of age.
Fred has huge paws.
Fred’s dad is an extra-big Newfie and I think Fred is going to be extra-large too.
Fred is not perfect.
Fred has a minor “flaw” or two … flaws I found endearing.
(For example, Fred has a tiny “kink” in his tail. It isn’t visible, but if you feel along his tail you can find it!)
I explained to Fred I have flaws too.
I told Fred about my bum arm.
I asked him if he’d like to be my helper.
Fred didn’t seem to mind my flaws at all.
In fact, Fred seems eager to become my ever-present assistant.
I decided I didn’t mind Fred’s flaws either.
I could have picked a different pup …
An “unflawed” pup.
But, I discovered I didn’t want to.
I think Fred and I are well suited for each other.
We can make our flawed way together ….
In fact, I think our imperfections make us just perfect together.