Some had it easy, but it sure was difficult for me.
They say I was too picky. And I say, "I can't be too careful."
But now, I had to take action or forever hold my peace.
Cuchi turned two last November and in terms of readiness, she sure is in that zone, when having babies (or puppies) is a welcome change.
Last Sunday, I was alarmed to see Cuchi's hind leg smeared with blood and occasional droplets marred the tiled floor. She didn't look hurt though so I looked at her behind.
It was that time of year.
At home, I excitedly shared the good news with dad and engaged him to set a transaction with Tita Nem. Unfortunately, the once sickly stud has completely lost the use of its legs and referred tatay to another breeder.
The name was more than familiar. Sis wouldn't let me hear the last of it when I relayed the information. Hahaha.
Funny thing is that, though I know the breeder from high school, I never uttered a word in his (yes, the breeder is a "he") direction ever. The meeting went well, without any embarrassing interlude. His stud was too old, he said so he referred me to another person. The good thing is that I know breeder number three and dad was an old friend of his dad as well. And so, the meet and greet was set for the weekend.
Cuchi and myself arrived bright and early. I was able to meet the dog owner's mom and had a very good conversation with his old man. I had to leave though for some last minute preparation for the field trip. When I came back three hours later, I was told that the attraction was present but that it was physically impossible without a shooter to help out owing to the size of 'pre (that's how they call the stud named after their 'kumpare' who gave the dog).
See, I tried but it wasn't meant to be
They say I was too picky. And I say, "I can't be too careful."
But now, I had to take action or forever hold my peace.
Cuchi turned two last November and in terms of readiness, she sure is in that zone, when having babies (or puppies) is a welcome change.
Last Sunday, I was alarmed to see Cuchi's hind leg smeared with blood and occasional droplets marred the tiled floor. She didn't look hurt though so I looked at her behind.
It was that time of year.
At home, I excitedly shared the good news with dad and engaged him to set a transaction with Tita Nem. Unfortunately, the once sickly stud has completely lost the use of its legs and referred tatay to another breeder.
The name was more than familiar. Sis wouldn't let me hear the last of it when I relayed the information. Hahaha.
Funny thing is that, though I know the breeder from high school, I never uttered a word in his (yes, the breeder is a "he") direction ever. The meeting went well, without any embarrassing interlude. His stud was too old, he said so he referred me to another person. The good thing is that I know breeder number three and dad was an old friend of his dad as well. And so, the meet and greet was set for the weekend.
Cuchi and myself arrived bright and early. I was able to meet the dog owner's mom and had a very good conversation with his old man. I had to leave though for some last minute preparation for the field trip. When I came back three hours later, I was told that the attraction was present but that it was physically impossible without a shooter to help out owing to the size of 'pre (that's how they call the stud named after their 'kumpare' who gave the dog).
See, I tried but it wasn't meant to be
1 comment:
i tot you have found a partner already.. wala pa diay.. yippeee.. daghan pa ta.. nyahaha
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