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Who picked who?
The decision was made. I needed a companion and the search was on for my new pet. I had had many pets in the past but this one was to be special. She would fill a void that was left when my children left home several years ago and would fill the house with the noise and life that it now lacked.
I started researching which breed would fit into my busy, yet needy, lifestyle. A small companion seemed to be the first criteria. My mind wandered back to Pip Squeak, Pippi for short. Pippi was my two and a half pound pocket pet that had been portable, adorable and very smart. She was a Yorkshire Terrier, black and tan with a cute little face and fawn like eyes, delicate yet full of life and playful orneriness. She had fallen in love with my grandma (Grandma fed her table scraps which she did not get at home) and my grandma with her, so I reluctantly parted with my little pet and made both of them happy, which in turn made me happy, even in my loss. Pippi passed away in October of ’08, on my birthday, due to surgical complication. Looking back, I believe her death kindled the fire of my current quest.
I made a humorous discovery during my research - did you know we now have “Designer Puppies”? Yep that’s right! Designer Puppies. I about laughed myself off my chair. The prices they want for these inbred, glorified pups are ridiculous. Breeders have started cross-breeding top breeds, giving them elaborate new names, calling them ‘designer’ and charging as much for them, if not more, than a pure bred. The first well-known designer pups were the ‘Labradoodle’, a standard Poodle and Lab mix; they were bred for the temperament of the Lab and the hypo allergenic nature of the Poodle. The cross-breeding went on from there, including the *****-a-Poo, Morky, Puggles, Chi-Wienie and Porkies just to name a few. I remember when I was younger the all adoring Cockapoo was popular. But today ‘Designer’ is in. Designer pups aside, I made the resolution to stick with the Yorkie. They have several qualities that made them perfect for my lifestyle. They are small, travel size, having hair instead of fur (this means they tend not to shed but they do need to be groomed on a regular basis because the hair continues to grow), and they are likely to be hypo-allergenic. Perfect for my massage office, as I planned to take her with me everywhere I possibly could. Oh, and yes, I planned to get a little girl companion. I had, for the most part, had female pets throughout my life, so it came naturally to think that this one would be no different. I found a lady in Hermiston who had three adorable little Yorkie pups for sale. We agreed to meet in The Dalles to exchange money and pup. I had indicated that I wanted ‘the runt’ of the litter and had been informed by her granddaughter that ‘the runt’ was one of the little girl pups, perfect. Something special that made me want to take a look at this litter was they were born on October 29th ‘08, the same day Pippi passed and also my birthday. How is that for fate? January 1, 2009 we arrived at the Petco Parking lot in The Dalles; my mom had come with me to help with the process and to hold my new companion on the way home. We introduced ourselves and I noticed that she had two pups with her. I was soon informed that she had heard I wanted ‘the runt’ so she brought along the brother, since he was the smallest. Darn, now the dilemma, boy or girl? I was not necessarily opposed to a male dog, I just don’t like some of the habits they tend to have (if you know what I mean). We put them both on the floor and watched them. The plump little female sat down and just looked around, while the male took off to explore, sniff and investigate his unfamiliar surroundings. He wanted to know everything and everyone that was there. He had no fear. He came to me when I ‘called’ to him, whereas his sister continued to sit in the middle of the room, looking rather forlorn. I was torn between what I thought I wanted, a girl puppy, or the active little rascal who was quickly winning my heart. I picked them each up to look at them up close. The decision was made in an instant when I picked up the boy and received a big wet kiss, which he roguishly planted square on my nose. Now the important question was, what will I call him? It took me two weeks to settle on his name but after watching his mischievous antics, and as I am an avid Harry Potter fan, Dobbi seemed most fitting. I have not regretted the ‘boy’ decision, although I often wonder if it was ever my decision to make at all. Really, who picked who?
I started researching which breed would fit into my busy, yet needy, lifestyle. A small companion seemed to be the first criteria. My mind wandered back to Pip Squeak, Pippi for short. Pippi was my two and a half pound pocket pet that had been portable, adorable and very smart. She was a Yorkshire Terrier, black and tan with a cute little face and fawn like eyes, delicate yet full of life and playful orneriness. She had fallen in love with my grandma (Grandma fed her table scraps which she did not get at home) and my grandma with her, so I reluctantly parted with my little pet and made both of them happy, which in turn made me happy, even in my loss. Pippi passed away in October of ’08, on my birthday, due to surgical complication. Looking back, I believe her death kindled the fire of my current quest.
I made a humorous discovery during my research - did you know we now have “Designer Puppies”? Yep that’s right! Designer Puppies. I about laughed myself off my chair. The prices they want for these inbred, glorified pups are ridiculous. Breeders have started cross-breeding top breeds, giving them elaborate new names, calling them ‘designer’ and charging as much for them, if not more, than a pure bred. The first well-known designer pups were the ‘Labradoodle’, a standard Poodle and Lab mix; they were bred for the temperament of the Lab and the hypo allergenic nature of the Poodle. The cross-breeding went on from there, including the *****-a-Poo, Morky, Puggles, Chi-Wienie and Porkies just to name a few. I remember when I was younger the all adoring Cockapoo was popular. But today ‘Designer’ is in. Designer pups aside, I made the resolution to stick with the Yorkie. They have several qualities that made them perfect for my lifestyle. They are small, travel size, having hair instead of fur (this means they tend not to shed but they do need to be groomed on a regular basis because the hair continues to grow), and they are likely to be hypo-allergenic. Perfect for my massage office, as I planned to take her with me everywhere I possibly could. Oh, and yes, I planned to get a little girl companion. I had, for the most part, had female pets throughout my life, so it came naturally to think that this one would be no different. I found a lady in Hermiston who had three adorable little Yorkie pups for sale. We agreed to meet in The Dalles to exchange money and pup. I had indicated that I wanted ‘the runt’ of the litter and had been informed by her granddaughter that ‘the runt’ was one of the little girl pups, perfect. Something special that made me want to take a look at this litter was they were born on October 29th ‘08, the same day Pippi passed and also my birthday. How is that for fate? January 1, 2009 we arrived at the Petco Parking lot in The Dalles; my mom had come with me to help with the process and to hold my new companion on the way home. We introduced ourselves and I noticed that she had two pups with her. I was soon informed that she had heard I wanted ‘the runt’ so she brought along the brother, since he was the smallest. Darn, now the dilemma, boy or girl? I was not necessarily opposed to a male dog, I just don’t like some of the habits they tend to have (if you know what I mean). We put them both on the floor and watched them. The plump little female sat down and just looked around, while the male took off to explore, sniff and investigate his unfamiliar surroundings. He wanted to know everything and everyone that was there. He had no fear. He came to me when I ‘called’ to him, whereas his sister continued to sit in the middle of the room, looking rather forlorn. I was torn between what I thought I wanted, a girl puppy, or the active little rascal who was quickly winning my heart. I picked them each up to look at them up close. The decision was made in an instant when I picked up the boy and received a big wet kiss, which he roguishly planted square on my nose. Now the important question was, what will I call him? It took me two weeks to settle on his name but after watching his mischievous antics, and as I am an avid Harry Potter fan, Dobbi seemed most fitting. I have not regretted the ‘boy’ decision, although I often wonder if it was ever my decision to make at all. Really, who picked who?
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