I had the whole story all written out with hilarity and drama, but I chucked it all. There are certain puppies that I can’t be flippant about. Clue’s last son, the shining light of her last litter, is now in a wonderful – WONDERFUL – new home. They adore him, he adores them, I’ll get to see him often. I didn’t “need” him; I have access to a rather large bunch of puppies should they eventually meet the needs of our breeding program. He had some faults that meant he probably wouldn’t be the top choice for breeding anyway. But man, I WANTED to keep this puppy.
Doug and I made a decision a long time ago that puppies must never displace older dogs. So when we’re at our personal adult-dog limit or close to it, we don’t give ourselves the luxury of keeping babies. That is absolutely my least favorite and – I think – most important rule as I’ve bred dogs.
So, Sebastian, thank you for leaving so I never have to worry that I’m not taking good enough care of your mom or your aunties. Thank you for moving so effortlessly into your new place. Thank you for being one of the last to leave, so I had a few more weeks of you sleeping on my feet and playing with the cat and looking at me with those peaceful eyes. We love the dickens out of you, and that’s the truth.