My brother felt this one would make the blog...and he was right--just took me a few extra days than usual.
David, my little brother and I decided to present our parents with a puppy for Christmas. They had two shelties until this spring...Sammy, only 7 years old, passed away unexpectedly. So Libby has been the only fur-baby at their house for several months now...except when my brother's beagle visits. Maggie is a Super Beagle. She flies around the house and up and down furniture with the determination and agility rarely seen in a dog. She also loves to cuddle, and my mom has really loved that as her shadow is no longer here with her. She threatened to steal Maggie from David, and David and I decided to present Mom with her own Super Beagle.
Our dad wasn't keen on the idea, but as Mom said, If it's done, what can he do? I'm not sure she believed we were actually serious when we posed the possibility to her, but she should know better by now. Libby was her 30th wedding anniversary gift.
David found a breeder in Forney, TX with the most photogenic pups I have ever seen and the price was right. We found time on Saturday to fetch the dog for our parents.
We had a small window of time. We had to meet the man in Hillsboro (long side story, not important) and get back for a Christmas party at my house. We made it to Hillsboro without incident, though I was not feeling particularly well. We contacted the breeder again to discover that he could not leave Forney until 3 pm. It was 1:30 pm and we did have that party to get back to. We could get to Forney from Hillsboro before he would even be leaving.
So we jumped in the truck and headed to Forney. Meanwhile, I started feeling even worse...achy, hot flashes, waves of nausea. And Brian was at home, minding the turkey I planned to serve as the main course at the party.
In Forney, we met the man at the Wal-Mart. As we waited we observed a few similar puppy transactions happening. Tis the season. When he took the sleepy little guy from the carrier in the back seat of his truck, I was sold immediately. He was beautfiul. Just nine weeks old. David paid the man and away we went, Puppy wrapped in a blanket in my lap.
I was really struggling now. I had eaten breakfast, but the knot in my stomach told me that eating anything else was not a good plan. It was only about 40 minutes back to my house, thankfully.
David gave me the puppy to keep until that night when we could present him to my parents. I jumped out the truck, puppy in one hand, purse in the other. As soon as I hit the ground, I knew I had about 30 seconds to get to the bathroom.
I burst through the door, made it past my own curious dogs in a flash, slammed the bathroom door behind me so I could toss the beagle on the floor and fall in front of the toilet...nick of time.
After I felt a little better, I took him in to show Brian who approved wholeheartedly. The dog is exquisite.
I laid in bed, wishing for death, for the next few hours until my parents arrived. My mother's expression was worth the entire trip. And my dad came around about 12 hours later. Now he is my dad's best buddy and my mother's pride and joy.
Money and an afternoon well spent.
P.S. They tried on several names (Nick, Boudreaux,) but settled on Beau.
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