Oh no, not again

I woke up this morning with that icky feeling in the pit of my stomach. Oh oh, today's the day. A few hours from now, the enemy will be advancing up the driveway, anxious and ready to steal away with my precious puppy.

The first of the babies heads home today. Pretty blue girl, Madison, now Indigo, will be off to her new home in Calgary with Brittany. Brit is a lovely girl and will be a wonderful owner for Indy, starting her early training right away in preparation for the show ring. It's just tough, it really is. Nine weeks is certainly enough time to get attached to these guys and fall totally in love with them all, though some certainly do tug at your heart just a teenie bit more than others, or at least tug in a different direction for a different reason. There is something so unique about each and every one of them that makes them ultra-special ... that makes it hard to let them go.

But there's a wonderful feeling that comes with placing that super clean, sweet smelling puppy in her new owner's arms and wishing them well. To watch her carefully place her new best friend safely in her crate for the ride home, and then turn and walk away, biting my lip and hoping I make it into the house before the tears, and not even feeling silly if I don't.

But then, it's all over quickly and focus returns to the remaining stinky little buggers, yipping and crying for attention. There may be one less puppy, but I don't think they're any quieter.

Happy Trails ... Theresa