Puppy Love And Cold Feet

I would like to thank every one for all your kind comments, your prayers and the wonderful ideas for catching these scumbags that stole from us.  I shall set bear traps and cameras...but I won't let them steal my trust in humanity.  The sun always comes up and what goes around comes around.  Thank you, each and every one, for letting us know we are not alone.

What does that have to do with cold feet, you may ask...nothing, except at nine degrees F, my feet get cold.  I know that is a heat wave for some of you but for me, that's just too darn cold!  These are rocks on the house through my frosty car window.

Now, for puppy love...you know I'm weak. I go ga-ga over puppies and would have a hundred if I could...but I resist, most of the time.  Today I could not!

Could you resist this???

She, yes, she is a natural bob tail!

Mama was dropped off at some one's house,

nine puppies came.

The lady is finding homes for them.

Guess who one sucker was???  I could not resist.  I have no idea what she is.  Mom is a stock dog mix but baby is very small.  They were born around Halloween so she is around three months old.  There were four natural bobs in the litter, the others had tails. 

Now, I really need your help with this...I need a name!!!  Andrew has suggested DB for Dumb Blonde, although a very intelligent choice, I don't think it fits.  Also would like some input as to what breeds may lie within this beautiful, has-stolen-my-heart, wrong-time-of-year-to-get-a-dog, puppy.  Any suggestions??

Bev Is Always Right

Remember my puppy urgings? It is just something about puppies that fill this hole I get sometimes. I was looking at different breeds and drooling and dreaming of a new puppy. Voiced my needs to wise sister, Bev, and she said so outside and pick one. So I have.

Seymour Freckles At The Farm is simply Seymour to us.

Sey is a Chocolate(mmmm!) and white Cocker Spaniel, CKC, so you in the dog world know that means almost nothing. July 2005 Marcy, Andrew and I were returning from a vacation in Springfield, Missouri. I saw a sign that said Puppies for sale. I said Marcy let's just look. So we turned and followed the signs.

We pulled into a farm yard with two or three kennels. We got out to look. All puppies were gone except two cockers. A large lively black and tan and a quiet shy parti-color cocker. You guessed it, the shy parti-color was my Seymour. I did not ask the registration until I had fallen in love with Sey, then it was too late.

We happily departed with Seymour in arms and finished the long trip home. Sey did not get sick, he did not whine, only cuddled and slept.

I guess you are wondering about the name...I bought him in Seymour, Missouri, he had freckles and my horse farm was At The Farm so that is the name that went on the papers.

We arrived, I ,happy as a lark, with my new puppy. My youngest daughter, Andrew's mother was living with us at the time. It was over, I no longer had a puppy. I had to go off to work and Maria took care of the puppy. Ruined him, I think. She taught him to talk! So every time he saw you, it was whiny talk. We did not get to bond.

Now, four years later, I have picked my puppy again...no additional costs. I do know you can teach old dogs new tricks so I have no worries. Sey is a laid back male, still a little shy with strangers. He loves to hunt and helps with the horses. I have stopped his talking, thank goodness, that was driving me crazy!

Next shall come his hair cut. Under all that fur is a beautiful cocker waiting to break out.

And on these cold nights, when I have that hole can be only be filled with a puppy I shall invite my Sey in to lay at my feet, quietly, and just let me love him.