|Jonah, A Very Good Dog|
A few weeks later we began talks with a breeder, but as my mom’s illness began to look more and more serious, and the likelihood of her coming here to die became a certainty, we put the puppy decision off and let that litter go. We didn’t want a rambunctious puppy here while caring for my fragile mom.
Right before we left for Paris, we recontacted the breeder and put in our deposit for a litter that was coming due and I’m here to announce that our new little guy has been born. Here’s a picture of his very proud momma:
|Raynor’s Mommy and littermates|
Doesn’t she look very pleased with herself? She should be. Nine puppies. Nine!
Here’s a shot of the little puppies all alone.
I can’t tell you which one is ours. We’ve already named him Raynor, which means “Wise Warrior”, and, especially after the wild animal attack on our little bichon, Jean-Luc, we can’t wait for him to get here and grow and start his very important job of loving us and protecting us.
Just in case you’re wondering, he isn’t a black. The puppies from her last litter all ended up with fine masks. This mating is a repeat and here’s an example of the sort of dog they put out together last time:
So, cigars all around. It’s a boy!