|Roxy wasn't as excited as we were.|
I ended up on an Australian Shepherd group, and was messaging a breeder back and forth about a puppy that had caught my eye. As time went on and each puppy became spoken for, I kinda waffled about committing and in the end, thanked the breeder for her time but I just wasn't ready. (To clarify, this woman knew ahead of time my circumstances and position).
Like most things in life, the path I thought I would take was not exactly what played out. In March, I met a certain little dog named Ella, who I subsequently fell in love with and adopted months later.
We all know how the year ended though, and I sadly lost not only my first dog love, but also my second. I'd be lying to say we still aren't reeling from both losses, because both the Boyfriend and I bear the scars of love for Ty and Ella that has nowhere to go.
After Ella's passing, I was back at the computer and checking out old groups and scouring for information. Again, I was visiting rescue pages, pet finder apps, and even managed to get the courage to walk through our local animal shelter again. As someone who has experienced pet-grief a handful of times, it makes me wonder why we are so eager to fill that hole again, especially so soon. I have felt immense remorse for "moving on" so quickly, but make no mistake, the aches in my heart are still very much there.
Through Facebook, I had fallen in love with Australian Shepherds again and after searching several rescues, I wasn't able to find quite what I was looking for (as a sidenote, there are very limited rescues devoted to Aussies unless they are double merles, which I find pretty interesting). I reached out to nearly 20 mini Aussie breeders and cross-examined each individually to see if their thoughts and beliefs would mesh well with my own. In the end, only 3 made the cut (in terms of health testing, upbringing, breeding objective, etc).
|A very new Cedar-bean!|
I had a general idea of what I wanted in terms of aesthetics - preferably a red tri, but not opposed to a red merle or black tri. Preferably female, but not opposed to either gender. The first breeder to have puppies had warned me ahead of time that she did not expect any red tris due to the cross, but crazier things have happened.
On November 23rd, during a farrier appointment no less, I received a notification from the breeder that her female had had 6 puppies. The first five were all merles (blue and red), and the very last puppy born was Cedar.
|Breeder photo - 4 weeks :)|
Things have worked out pretty well since, although I had certainly forgotten what it was like to have a puppy, haha. I'm pretty sure I panic-messaged the breeder several times over the first few days, "He only drank a tiny bit, is that normal?!" "He is doing ____, is that normal?!"
Now that we are in a bit more of a routine and the little guy is not so jet-lagged and exhausted from his trip, he is starting to come out of his shell and understand where things are in our home (ie food bowl, water dish). We've also started to introduce concepts like walking on a leash (which the breeder worked with beforehand) as well as a decent amount of exposure to the outside world (loud noises, cars, people, children, other dogs, etc). We have been avoiding unknown dogs, simply for the reason he isn't fully vaccinated obv, and he's pretty nervous around them (which I've been told is a puppy thing I guess).
|Those toe beans!!!|
Life has certainly gotten busier, but I wouldn't have it any other way!
Welcome home, Cedar.