I registered Annabelle even when I knew I would never breed her, but I see no reason to register. There are no perks. As you are very wise to NOT breed why register? Our goal is to put all puppy mills out of existence. I would never go to a pet store or back yard breeder but those puppies once they are in the world need homes. I don't know the answer but Thank God your baby found its way to you via your sister. Ruthann and Annabelle
You know, as annoyed as I was when she told me where she got him. Then she told me she felt she rescued him. They had a row of about 15 cages behind glass. They'd put one or two pups in the cage for about 30 mins, then rotate them out with another couple. She said they must have had a back wherehouse FULL of dogs. Because she was there for 2 hours, and she can't count how many different dogs came out of there. She simply went in because she was looking at property near by. Saw this HUGE petstore, and remembered I'd asked her to stop and get some hay for our guniea pig. She had no idea anyone still sold puppies in stores.
She played with several over that time. Then saw Cooper being brought out. She said he was sooo tiny, and so cute..she asked what he was. They told her a Havanese..and that he was "on sale"
I wanna say she paid $800..$900 for him? She set him on the counter, with the guinea pig food, and said "I'll take him", lol.
Before she left, though..she asked if they happen to have other havs. Because she'd never seen one before, she was now curious to see more. They said yes, then had to look through their computer log to find out where they were located
UGH..that kills me. They brought out two small, dirty pupppies. They told her they weren't suppose to be brought up to the window that day, cause they hadn't been groomed. But, since she asked....
She said they looked horrible, and that confirmed she needed to get Cooper out of there.
He was a sweet, playful pup....for about a wk. Then he stopped doing anything at all. He'd just scratch and lick himself all day. He'd walk 4, 5 steps..fall to the ground, and scratch. I took him THREE times to the vet, because I knew something was wrong with him. He had NO quality of life, seriously. He was miserable, we were miserable. Finally..the vet scraped some of his skin and found out he had sarcoptic mange..ugh. Gave me treatment for him, and my other (that had begun to scratch) and within 3, 4 days..I had a lively, hyper, adorable puppy again. But, this lasted weeks. So we weren't ready, lol. I'd bragged on how he didn't chew anything (or anyone) and how he just laid around.
K, why I just wrote that novel? I have no clue, lol.