After putting a boyfriend out of my life on Friday, June 6, 1994, my daughter,
Lydia, thought I needed a replacement, something that would give me unconditional love. A
friend of hers, Susan, had acquired several puppies from her friends. These puppies came from
an accidental breeding of two championship show dogs.
Pretty and precious as these pups were, the owners did not want this whelping to
be known. They were willing to give these four pups away. "Aha!" my daughter thought. The
perfect replacement for a dumped boyfriend, a companion that will give unconditional love, won't
object to being neutered or spade, certainly wouldn't get drunk, and cheaper to license! LOL
(laughing out loud)
So, with a quick dial of the phone, she called me. "Mom, you gotta go see these
puppies!" With a little more enthusiasm she continued, "You can have pick of the litter and
never have to worry about the puppy getting drunk. I can guarantee n o n e of these pups are
alcoholics. I'm not sure which two breeds they come from but one is a miniature Greyhound,"
stammering a little, "Italian I think." Without hesitation she said, "Here's the number."
(I won't include that here.) "Go check it out, now." "More responsiblity," I thought to myself.
"Hum-m-m perhaps it may be a good idea to at least go see them. What could I lose?" The better
question would have been, "What would I gain?" So I called her friend, Susan, and made
arrangements to see the puppies on Tuesday, June 10th.