Ugh! Horrid, horrid people!

The EBJ's litter - all together!

Sometimes you know before you've even spoken that the person in front of you just, well you just aren't going to like each other. So it happened to me today.

Today I was meant to sell a puppy and I didn't. I just couldn't do it and thank god I didn't have to be rude because they decided they weren't going to go for it however, I still think it was a narrow escape for Tucker.

I had been speaking on the telephone to the potential owner who lives a good two hours from me for two weeks trying to organise for her and her daughter to come up and see the pups. She was only interested in a boy and seemed to be ideal. Living in the countryside, plenty of time for a young dog, plenty of people top look after him should she and her husband go away etc. It seemed a match made in heaven.

Anyway finally she and her daughter make it to Suffolk and they park up outside the house giving it a good once over before marching to the door. The daughter must be 10 years older than I and built in the traditional country tweed set manner large, ruddy faced with a severe haircut. Lots of no nonsense. The mother frail and slight but with an indomitable will. A formidable pair.

There was much curiosity about the house in fact more about that than the puppies who obviously weren't enough like Golden retrievers to be really looked at let alone appreciated.

Now I know a sleepy puppy is hard to gauge but I did my best I ran around the garden with them and everything but I felt it was me being judged in fact I just felt I was being judged full stop and that I was found sadly wanting. As were my pups.

I got a big spiel about the Golden retriever the mother had, how loyal and devoted it was and how it could not bear to be parted from its owner and do you know what I thought how horrid for my pup if he did land up with these people he'd never have the love he deserves, he'd be a second class citizen. They had no appreciation about puppies and that i.e. they did get tired and would sleep. The y had no appreciation about whippets and could not see how fantastic conformation he had nor frankly did they have any sensitivity at all. I started to under sell the pups, saying how quiet my beautiful Tucker was, how gentle and dependent he would be. I said things like: How I didn’t want them to be rushed into taking the puppy just yet and how perhaps they needed to think about it. The much to my relief started to say things such as what a big decision it would be to take on a dog etc. etc. . . . They left to think about things with me vowing that even if on the off chance they decided to take him I would be saying I am sorry I’ve decided to keep him.

I dreaded the phone call when they left but luckily they and I agreed on something my whippets were not for them! So still have two left and do you know what however much money anyone offers me for them I will not let them go to anyone unless I think the pups will have a good home...

PS: Thinking Slimmer - found I could actually say no to snacks and to seconds!!!!! Not lost any weight but defintiely thinking about what I am eating rather than just gorging even when I am tired and upset!!!!! Serious result.