Second Puppy

So, puppy number 2.

We headed to (suburb name) where the pups were at 11.30am to see the bulldog puppy by 1pm. Tom Tom told us how long it would take to get there. An hour and 20 minutes. As we were getting to (suburb name) we stopped at a huge BP roadside café on the Mornington Peninsula freeway and bought Oporto Burgers, we were hungry. We'd had avocado and smoked salmon and a boiled egg for breakfast, but now it was lunch time. I'd never had Oporto Burgers before, neh, they are fast food take away burgers, not much more I can say. Oh, the big roadhouse, they are like shopping centres for fast food, we don't question them, I don't think. Still, there were a few cuties to gaze at.

(name), the breeder, text us and said the puppy’s mother was sick and was being taken to the vet, so we couldn’t see the puppies. We were still welcome to go to the breeder's place to see the father. So we did that, we headed to her place not far away. (X), the father, was gorgeous, a big, bouncy red male. He was gorgeous, which is a good thing, hey? We met the grandmother too, she was lovely. At one point I had the two of them at my feet one in each hand and I said to Sam, "This is what it is going to be like to have two." It made me smile.

Sam smiled too.

But, we didn't get to see the puppy. Oh well. She is only a week old, so seeing her was kind of a little premature anyway.

Sam heads off overseas on Monday night to see his family and will be gone for 2 1/2 weeks. So, we'll go see the puppy when he gets back. Probably makes more sense anyway, as she will be much more developed by then.