When Daisy and Gretchen were puppies, they didn’t know how to keep their food in the bowl while eating. Here is a picture of the mess they would make while eating when we first brought them home. Look, we didn’t even have real bowls for them yet.

Daisy and Gretchen were born in July, so when we brought them home is was still warm, so they would go to the tile in front of the fire place to rest and keep cool.

On the way home from getting Daisy and Gretchen, Gretchen found her way up to my shoulder and then found my ponytail holder. She pulled the ponytail holder from my hair, and lost it under the seat. From then on every time they are within reaching distance of my ponytail, they manage to steal the ponytail holder right out of my hair. Sometimes they go to extremes while trying to get the ponytail holder, like climbing my back if they cannot quite reach. Even though these 2 girls are 9 they are still up to their same old puppy tricks.

The puppy in Heather’s eye was trying to keep up with a few of the others who had managed to climb a small incline amongst weeds and pines, but was soon led off course by a few chickens.  As all the other puppies engaged in play, the runt found these feathered species quite intriguing; well she was captivated by the birds themselves around 10% and the other 90%, I am ashamed to say, was limited to the droppings they left behind.  To this day she is still easily distracted by any and everything.  And somewhere along the quest for chickens the little rascal was head butted by a goat and let loose the slightest whimper, effectively sealing the deal with Heather. It goes without saying that she did not put the puppy down while we contemplated adopting a sister.

Say hello to Daisy!

The conversation was rather short and needless to say the recipient of the call was very surprised to hear that we were actually in the area. Because nobody just happens to be in the middle of nowhere and what two people travel that distance without first making contact to ensure the prize was indeed available let alone if anyone would be home.  The only thing I can say was that we were driven by a two year wanting of a puppy, which finally would come to pass with the purchasing of our first home two months earlier and the abandonment of a 650 square foot San Ramon, CA apartment.

After waiting an additional 5-10 minutes before heading over as we did not want him to think we were so anxious and just up the road, we traveled the final leg of our journey.  Down the dirt, pine tree laden road was a ramshackle red barn, a few non-functioning autos and a multitude of debris one expects to find on a stereotypical mountain farm.  And the man who greeted us was perfectly matched, attire, mustache, and all.  As we exited our 96 Ford Explorer so did 14 seven week old German shorthaired pointers from the clapboard barn as if we were watching a scene from 101 Dalmations.  There was no way in hell we were leaving without a shorthair of our own!