Fred, the Newfie puppy, is scheduled to come home this morning.
Throughout this process, I haven’t let myself really believe I was getting a service puppy.
I think I had post traumatic puppy purchasing stress syndrome from my previous experience.
Even as the date approached, a part of me was convinced the breeder would cancel everything at the last minute.
I know that sounds crazy,
But it happened before which means it could happen again, right?
Even as late as Monday night, I waited for Nice Breeder to do a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde on me and snatch the puppy out of my arms.
She opened her arms, hugged me, and said, “Welcome to the family!”
I almost cried.
I feel SO fortunate to have met such a nice person.
Originally, I had figured Fred would come home next weekend at the soonest.
(I made this assumption based on my work schedule and the breeder’s work schedule.)
But, my son only has a few more days to be in California so we made some adjustments.
As a result, I found myself running all over yesterday doing puppy-related errands.
Today will be spent quietly as we acclimate Fred to his new home.
I do have one appointment midday, but my son will be home with Fred while I’m gone.
I don’t think Fred could be in better, more loving, hands.
I’ll try to snap a photo or two if I get the chance.
(Fred will probably become one of the most frequently photographed dogs in the world?)