Got packed up to go around 3 and Reid, Fury, and I started our journey northward to my parents' house. I left the other two puppies in the care of my roommates/Yishai who had agreed to take care of them rather than me have to manage moving around puppies needlessly. Much gratitude, and I feel slightly guilty but in Yishai's case it's clear he feels a shared responsibility for the litter and so it is fair. . Reid at first was a little whiny until he figured out that it wasn't doing any good and then just went to sleep except when I stopped for gas and he dutifully went potty when I asked, and then back to sleep.
When we arrived, he was greeted by my parents, my sister, my two young nephews (7 & 10), and their dog, Lexie. Being a bombproof puppy, none of this was a problem for him as he leaped right into Connor's lap as he sat down and gave him some licks. Between the loud, raucous atmosphere that is McNamara North (which is always so jarring for me as I am used to a peaceful decorum that is McNamara Central - there is also McNamara South in the form of my brother's family) and the kids not letting Reid have a moment to himself, Reiderton proved himself to be an ace family man. I've had chats with all the puppies and Reid definitely told me that he wanted a family. I am pretty excited to have the MacRoberts come pick up their new charge tomorrow, they are going to love him - he's perfect for their home. They're perfect for him.
In the same vein, I cannot tell you how tickled I am about how well the girls are doing in their new homes. I love reading the Facebook updates, emails, and listening to the voicemails about how lucky they feel to have these puppies. All the stress and sleep deprivation and fear about whether I was doing the right thing . . . yeah, I did. My decision to place puppies based on personality was a good one. The homes I'm getting are ones that are totally right for the home and the puppy. It literally gets me through my day, checking people's comments on Facebook and watching the video they're posting and the videos. I am so lucky that it's turning out this way. As Patrick said, though, I did my homework on this litter. Anyone else you know who's waited almost 20 years from getting into a breed to making a litter? Yeah . . .
In other joyous news, Little Fie Pie has a new home, too. As I said, it was in the works, and Fie and I had a long conversation, "Look," she said, "I have some potential as a stockdog, but you know what? I really need a home that's going to just keep me around as a buddy. I like playing with other dogs, and I like being with you people, and everything else is icing. I would really, really like a home that is all about me." And so, with that, she's been sold to my roommate's parents in San Diego. The story there is that they've had Australian Cattle Dogs for years and just a few months ago her parents' dog died fairly tragically. It's the first time in 35+ years they've been without a dog. The Flowers have been expressing interest since I had them, Mr. Flowers even saw them when they were very, very little (and Fury could barely tolerate touching), but I was blowing off their interest because I didn't really know how the guys would turn out. Fie is so gentle and unassuming and polite that I started to seriously consider it, and after asking Fie and getting her approval, when I got the call tonight, we solidified it. The family is going to Hawaii first, so it looks like I have a little Fie dog to train and care for a bit longer, but she's got a home. :) Yay.
That leaves little Moto bear. As usual, we're screening folks, but no advancement in the news department yet. I have faith that he'll end up where he needs to, though I still say I hope it's not with me. :D No more dogs!
Well, they both finally chilled out and Fury is sitting on my bed asking me to turn out the light, so I bid thee adieu.
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