None of mine were surprises, although I had no intention of getting a third when I saw Ms. Ruby staring at me, calling my name. However, you might be able to call Bailey somewhat of a surprise. For those who remember the story, I found him on my breeder's site and fell instantly madly in love. After a number of emails back and forth, I made the decision to get him. He was about 4 weeks old then. I waited with bated breath, anxiously looking for his updated photos for the next couple of weeks.
One evening I got an email that said the breeder was changing her mind and would I mind if she kept him after all. I instantly came to my friends here and shared my shock and horrible disappointment. I felt as if I adopted a baby soon to be born and was suddenly told they changed their mind. After lots of cyber hugs and shared tears, thankfully the breeder rethought it and I got my baby.
Now, the point of this convoluted tale is, there was a mix-up about his delivery. She originally scheduled him to fly in to an airport a state away. I called to tell her I needed him to come in to the local airport, as Milo had. She said she would take care of it and get back to me with details of the new flight. I didn't hear from her and assumed the flight would then be delayed a few days. Until . . . I got a call from the airport asking where I was and telling me he was there and waiting to be picked up. I was in a state of shock.
Thankfully, everyone at the airport fell madly in love with him and coincidentally, one of the handlers lived in my town. She brought him right to me when she got off from work. So, in that sense my little boy was a surprise.