How am I supposed to sleep for the next five days? Saturday afternoon I fully expect to have a melted heart, quivering knees, shaky hands, and tears flooding my face as you're placed in my hands for the first time. Oh, my little sweetcakes, I think I've found you!
But when our visit is over, how am I supposed to drive away and leave you behind? You'll be only a month old and you have to grow a little more before you can come home with us. I'm hoping we can visit a few times in the interval.
Nearly every puppy in the whole world captures my heart. And most every breeder I've dealt with was very very nice. I want to buy from all of them. So how was I to narrow it down and pick just one? I prayed and prayed and, since I'm so thick-skulled that God often has to hit me right in the face to get me to recognize what He's trying to tell me, I asked Him to do just that. And He did!
It thoroughly blew me away when I read that your grandfather's name is Logan. You're being named after my 13G grandfather, Laird Fergus MacCubbin, and if you go back far enough in my family tree, to 6th century Scotland, you find Prince Logan! Yep, that qualifies as a "sign". But that wasn't the end of it. The Lord, in His infinite wisdom, gave me another one to seal the deal, so to speak. Your birthdate is the same as our house number! Wow! I broke out in chills when I realized that one! This is definitely meant to be!
Your little name tag for your collar arrived today, and your crate is due in tomorrow. I'm getting started on some clean-up and repair projects around the house to make sure you stay safe and well, basically puppy-proofing things.
This may be the last Dear Puppy post I make. When I plunk down the deposit to the breeder and you're officially spoken for, I'll be overjoyed to change the name of this blog to Dear Cubby.
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