This past Sunday found Mr. Taleteller and I taking a road trip with Bunny and Morgan. Our plan was to stop and do some hiking on a National Trail, but the weather didn’t cooperate. We also drove through Rock Cut State Park and I am dying to go back there for more hiking. Hopefully on a day that is not pelting down rain.
The reason we took the trip was to meet the breeder that Mr. Taleteller’s Search and Rescue puppy will come from. I knew there was an available puppy there, and I was secretly hoping that Mr. Taleteller would really like her, but he has his eye on a litter that is supposed to be born in October. So, we were going to meet the parents of this litter and talk with the breeder and get to know her. Still, I just knew when he met this puppy, that he’d fall for her and be as excited as I was.
She’s got a good record for breeding Search and Rescue German Shepherds, and for knowing what the dogs will be good at. My impression of her was that she was a nice, genuine dog person, too. I felt like she really knew all of the dogs.
We met the parents of the impending litter and they were very sweet. Then we met the remaining puppy from her most recent litter and I was in love. I honestly believe she is the cutest German Shepherd puppy ever born. We met her father, who is currently working as a Search and Rescue dog, and I was in love with him, too. I’ll be honest, I know that color is not the most important thing when choosing a dog, but I am smitten with black Shepherds. Here was an adorable and perfect little GSD who was also black and had great potential for SAR. I turned the puppy dog eyes on Mr. Taleteller.
Friends of the internet, the man has a heart of stone. He already has his ideas about this upcoming litter. He told me the puppy I was in love with was supposed to only be good for obedience. We left without her. Apparently, all that is required of me during this puppy search is that I come up with a creative name. I don’t get any sort of voice in which puppy we bring home. He blithely bragged about his heartlessness as we left and headed home.
After we got home that night, Mr. Taleteller sat down with a peanut butter sandwich. Soon, he was surrounded by four eager dogs, all gazing longingly at his peanut butter sandwich. I may or may not have been sulking by myself over on the couch with the laptop while events unfolded.
Mr. Taleteller: Go on! I am NOT sharing my sandwich!
Lilac: I’m old and frail. I need extra to eat to keep up my stamina. *turns on puppy dog eyes*
Mr. Taleteller: Oh, well, you’re old! Here, have a bite!
Blueberry: I love you! *bats eyelashes and gazes at him with unbridled adoration*
Mr. Taleteller: Oh, well, you’re my girl! Here, have a bite!
Morgan: I’m your favorite Shepherd! *licks chops and turns on the Shepherd version of the puppy dog peepers*
Mr. Taleteller: Oh, you are my other girl! My best Shepherd! Here, have a bite!
Bunny: I’m adorable and I’m willing you to share that with me! *gazes at him hypnotically*
Mr. Taleteller: Well, who can say no to The Bunny? Here, have a bite!
Clearly, I am doing something wrong when it comes to the application of the puppy dog eyes here. I am going to have to study and take lessons from the masters, or mistresses as it were. It did not help the situation around here when the puppy I fell in love with was sold yesterday — to become a Search and Rescue dog. Don’t worry, I’ll be plenty immune to Mr. Taleteller’s puppy dog eyes this winter when he’s trying to con me into taking his puppy outside during housebreaking.