Humor is also a way of saying something serious. - T. S. Eliot

Saturday, April 14, 2012

But What About PFB?

After my post on Clover I am getting messages asking what happened with Princess Fluffy Butt? 

We are not getting her. And I don’t exactly know what happened to her. 

I was dealing with, formerly known as Tristaspoms.  A googling of the woman’s name – which she never gave to me, but I found through investigating her on paypal after giving her a $100 deposit – tied her to a permit violation of some sort, a domestic violence charge, and a comment thread about her being a backyard breeder at best, and a puppy mill at worst.

In my interactions with her, she often didn’t directly answer my questions, she would usually respond with a one line response, and she never signed her name.  She was not in any way forthright about herself or her dogs. 

I began to get concerned.  After seeing firsthand the effects of puppy mills on the dogs that we provided fostercare for – as much as I wanted a new pom puppy --  I didn’t want to give my money to someone who was mistreating animals.

I delicately sent her an email indicating that I was concerned and needed more information from her about herself and her set up.  She was non-compliant with our request to visit.  She was only available on the days I had stated we absolutely could not come.  Convenient? Or perhaps a coincidence?

Anyway, that email set off a rage in her AND her husband.  I got a nasty defensive email from them and they refused to sell their puppy to us. 

Very fishy. 

Princess Fluffy Butt has never reappeared on their website as being for sale to another family.  Daily I get a sick feeling inside wondering what is going on there….wondering if I should never had said anything and just taken the dog and run and not looked back at whether I had funded a bad woman. 

So that’s the long answer…I don’t know what happened to Princess Fluffy Butt.  L

Friday, April 13, 2012

Our Lucky Clover

It seemed that finding a pom puppy was nearly impossible, nevermind finding one from a reputable breeder.  But after contacting a family member with canine connections, we finally found a man who loves poms "like they are his children" according to one source.  I called him right away and he had one little boy puppy available.  That little boy loved giving kisses, being held, and hanging out with people. 

Bringing him home today, it is clear that the breeder of our puppy was very in tune with his personality.  This little 9-1/2 wk old 36 ounce ball of fluff seems pretty happy so far...and we love him already. 


Thursday, April 5, 2012

Observations by Andi

  Andi has had a few observations this past week....

  • "I have tiny boobies," Andi said to Dave as he walked around the bedroom with his PJ bottoms on, grabbing clothes for work, "And you have big boobies.  Like a monkey."

  • Andi pee'd her pants three times one afternoon after I got her a rare treat -- a slushy from the gas station.  The first time I wiped up the mess and said nothing. The second time I reminded her to listen to her body and go potty when it tells her it needs to potty.  The third time I was mad and told her to go clean herself up and I left her in the bathroom.   
          ......She came down five minutes later with a pantyliner in her underwear.  I guess she hoped it would absorb any future accidents.

  •   Andi sat with me as I got dressed and of course verbalized her observations, "Your boobies are too short."   I asked her if she meant they were too small.  "Yes. They are.  And cover that up," she said as she poked me on my stretch marked belly.