All new parents go through the difficult task of naming their offspring/pet/body part. (j/k on the last one.) Sprite and I agonized over the puppy's. If he had been a girl, which we originally intended, the name would've been Sandy (in honor of getting her in San Diego). Since he was a boy, we were left with our imaginations.
As we got to know him more, we found him curious, bold, and playful. He was fluffy. He also waddled. Big time. Some candidates: Wadsworth (for his cute-as-hell waddling), George (for Curious George), Max (sounded strong), and Albert (Sprite's middle name). Yet, none of them really suited him.
As the afternoon went on, we tried various names. Sprite called him Butterball a number of times. It suited him, but I didn't want to call him that. So I suggested Butters, Butterball and South Park reference. Plus, his personality is relatively similar to Butters', naive, curious, good-natured, and adventurous. Butters he is. =)
Also, Sprite loves the fact that he can say, "Butters, you are grounded!" when Butters does something bad.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Detailed adventure on getting puppy
Woke up at 1pm because I stayed up all night. Though I know that bichons are "not in season," according to one breeder, I decided to check the San Diego Union Tribune anyway. To my surprise, there were two listings for bichon. Sprite called the first one and reached a lady. The lady asked him a few questions and seemed to be really concerned about finding a good home for her puppies. We decided right away to check them out.
When we reached the lady's house, we were greeted by the two parents. They barked at us, but stopped after the owner came out and greeted us. The vietnamese lady asked if we lived in a house or apt, we told her apt, and she seemed unhappy about that. She showed us the boy, who was born first. He was an active little guy, standing on his hind legs repeatedly to play with us. The girls were much calmer, even a bit timid. We were there for about two hours, discussing the dogs, the puppies, and our lives. We found out that she got the parents in 2003. She wanted to have puppies so that she will have a next generation when the parents got old. However, right now, she has three adults and three puppies, and can't possibly keep all of them. Hence, she's selling the older two.
During the middle of the visit, two old ladies who also owned bichons came over. The old ladies really liked how we interacted with the puppy as well as our puppy raising philosophy. I think they really helped change the lady's mind about our desirability as new parents. After they left, we talked a bit more and decided to go ahead and get the puppy from her. The fact that the lady is so reluctant to let go of her puppies showed that she really cared about her dogs. In addition, the puppies and parents were in great shape and well behaved.
She kissed the puppy all the way out the door with him in my arms.
After a visit to Petsmart, we drove home and put the boy in a crate to sleep. He was tuckered out. Upon waking up, we fed him and played with him and placed him in the crate to sleep with my fingers through the door.
When we reached the lady's house, we were greeted by the two parents. They barked at us, but stopped after the owner came out and greeted us. The vietnamese lady asked if we lived in a house or apt, we told her apt, and she seemed unhappy about that. She showed us the boy, who was born first. He was an active little guy, standing on his hind legs repeatedly to play with us. The girls were much calmer, even a bit timid. We were there for about two hours, discussing the dogs, the puppies, and our lives. We found out that she got the parents in 2003. She wanted to have puppies so that she will have a next generation when the parents got old. However, right now, she has three adults and three puppies, and can't possibly keep all of them. Hence, she's selling the older two.
During the middle of the visit, two old ladies who also owned bichons came over. The old ladies really liked how we interacted with the puppy as well as our puppy raising philosophy. I think they really helped change the lady's mind about our desirability as new parents. After they left, we talked a bit more and decided to go ahead and get the puppy from her. The fact that the lady is so reluctant to let go of her puppies showed that she really cared about her dogs. In addition, the puppies and parents were in great shape and well behaved.
She kissed the puppy all the way out the door with him in my arms.
After a visit to Petsmart, we drove home and put the boy in a crate to sleep. He was tuckered out. Upon waking up, we fed him and played with him and placed him in the crate to sleep with my fingers through the door.
Proclamation to the world...
World, Sprite and I present to you...Butters, born May 13, 2009 in Point Loma, CA. He is quite a fluffy butterball.
First picture ever: he was so tired when we brought him home that went straight to sleep where we propped him down, which happened to be the bathroom floor. I thought, "Hey, he's going to be crate-trained anyway, why not stick him in while unconscious?" So here he is:
Butters and his first toy: a squeaky carrot. Sprite picked it out. Puppy really loves it. I'm very happy.
Sleeping with us on the blanket before banished to the crate:
First picture ever: he was so tired when we brought him home that went straight to sleep where we propped him down, which happened to be the bathroom floor. I thought, "Hey, he's going to be crate-trained anyway, why not stick him in while unconscious?" So here he is:
Butters and his first toy: a squeaky carrot. Sprite picked it out. Puppy really loves it. I'm very happy.
Sleeping with us on the blanket before banished to the crate:
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