The day came for us to bring Georgia Rain home. We were all very excited to welcome her to our family. She loved snuggles. She smelled delicious. She didn't like our water. We loved her.
We were smitten.
During her short stay with us, it became clear that her personality was not a good fit with our pack. This was a heartbreaking revelation. If I had fewer dogs and more time to work with her, I would not have hesitated to keep her. But the reality was: the breeder did not heed my words when I told her I did not want the dominant puppy in the litter, which, sadly, Georgia was. This is not to say Georgia was aggresive. There was no aggression on her part or on the part of my pack. Dealing with a dominant puppy is a different issue, altogether.
However, to facilitate a smooth integration into an established pack, it is imperative the new puppy/dog be greatly amenable and laid back [I've done it, successfully, several times]. Georgia, come to find out - after the fact - was the dominant one of the litter. To this day, I do not know why the breeder did not disclose this fact to me when I went to select my puppy because I was more than clear with her about my requirements. Goes to show, I suppose, you can play it all 'by the book' and still lose. While she was not to be ours, we loved her while she was with us. The details of her story are still too painful for me to tell. Suffice it to say....Georgia is on my mind...often... but because I loved her, I had no choice but to have the breeder place her in another home.
I will never forget:
*her sweet expression *her velvet muzzle *her puppy breath
*her stubby tail *her kisses *her snuffles and snores
*the weight of her sleeping body *her monster squishy paws
Goodbye, Georgia Rain God Bless & Keep You, Always
Update: Georgia now lives with her new familiy in Gibbons. She has an older 'boxer' brother (7yrs old) and the family will be trotting her into the show ring, which is where she belongs. My gorgeous girl. May she live a long and happy life.
"You Get What You Need"