21 March: Two months' worth of research, countless telephone calls and emails, and endless vetting (both ways!), finally saw us settle on a prospective blue roan litter from a recommended and respected Kent breeder (a show judge no less!) who had two boys to chose from.
After a minor detour up a one-track lane (soddin' SatNav!!) we arrive outside the breeder's house. I can hear barking and I feel decidedly silly to be so excited at my age. Off with the shoes, on with the disenfected hand wash, and we anxiously wait while the pups are fetched from their mum.
Immediately we fall in love with the larger of the two boys, with his jet black ears and white head, and tiny rasping tongue and razor sharp baby teeth, which, by the way are now making short work of my toes. But it is the squeaking that has us sold. Then he widdles on my lap and it's a done deal. Just how will we get through the next four weeks until we can come back and take him home?
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