We had started talking about getting a dog since we moved to Plant City. We love our house, the best looking one on the block (dare I say neighborhood?), and those of you who have been to our house may concur. Our neighbors are friendly and for the most part trust-worthy, but they seem to attract the most unique friends. To put it bluntly I don't trust them. Especially when they get to drinking and smoking their drugs of choice.
I am very protective of Sandra, sometimes to a fault. The thought of something happening to Sandra because of someone coming on our property scares me and angers me. I should not have to be this way. So we thought of a dog and, of course, the Rottweiler was the first choice (and only choice for me, but don't tell Sandra).
We I really did not think we would end up with one since Sandra was bitten on the face by a lap dog when she was younger. So we had a very real issue to deal with before moving forward. I know it happened many years ago, but that is a reality that one does not get over easily, so I wanted to make sure she was going to be ok with it.
Well, even though I did not know it she began looking for a puppy for me. Purebreds are not cheap so I really did not think we would actually get one. We looked at even rescues, but that is also risky. We nearly got a rescue, a 3 year old female, Dakota. I was all giddy with excitement inside, then someone else got her. We also looked at a 2 year old male up near Kissimmee. I would have taken him in a heartbeat, but the simple fact is that he would have stayed locked up all day until I got home. Sandra was terrified, and for good reason. It was dark the night we went to see him. And since his colors are black, it made for a very difficult time. And we were strangers on HIS property. So we rather quickly decided to go a different route. And Sandra continued to look.
Then in December, Sandra found a breeder about an hour south of us that had a possibility. The story will continue on my next blog.
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