I'm not sure anyone will remember me from when I was here before, but I wanted to jump back in with some exciting news...We FINALLY found our Hav!
Well over a year ago we told our daughter Elizabeth (she was 10 at the time) we thought she would be responsible enough for a dog of her own. Our requirement was that she had to RESEARCH and find one she felt was a good fit for our family. We wanted one that was not too big, not too small, and fit our lifestyle. It would, of course, need to be relatively good with kids and not too hard to train. Lizzie began reading and decided she also wanted one "hypoallergetic" in case any siblings developed allergies. Her sister Hannah Mae has life threatening asthma and is not affected by animals, but she wanted to be safe in case that ever changed. Yes, she had more requirements than I did!
After looking into different breed books Lizzie discovered the Havanese. I have been a dog lover my whole life, and felt like I knew a lot about dog breeds, but it was a new one to me (and my husband as well). Although we had never heard of them, after learning more we had to admit they sounded like a good fit for us. Lizzie then began getting Havanese specific books and even contacted owners/breeders of Havanese to find out what they were like. We visited owners and their dogs more than once to see them in their homes and what it was like to live with them.
Throughout all this Lizzie never ONCE bugged or rushed us into it. She of course thought all the puppies were sweet and fell completely in love with the Hav breed, but she wanted to find THE right puppy for her. We are so proud of the way Lizzie has handled this.
We found out a breeder Lizzie really liked was having puppies and she thought maybe this time was the right one. She finally got to meet them this Saturday and sure enough, her puppy was there! The funny part was the breeder was having an "M" litter, and named one of the pups after her nephew...which was also our last name! And that was the pup Lizzie fell in love with (she says it wasn't his name, it was that he was the one that she just liked the most compared to how the other pups were acting, and that she bonded with immediately.)
She brought him home thinking she would change his name (coincidentally the name she liked before she even started researching was the same name as the town where the breeder was located...how is that for coincidence!) but after a while decided there really wasn't a better name for him than Mason!
Mason arriving to his new house (um, yep, most certainly in style)
Here's Lizzie and her new little guy after they got home, in their first picture together!
Tuckered out from the excitement of the day:
That night I found him at the end of her bed:
Thanks for putting up with all my writing and a million pictures (more to come!) Can you tell I'm excited too! This is her turn, but next, it's MINE!