As if! We got within an hour of our destination around 11 PM on Friday night and stopped at a hotel near Indianapolis. Before turning in, I asked Bernie if I should set an alarm on my phone. "It's Saturday -- I'm sleeping in!" was his grouchy response. But at about 6 AM the following morning, Bernie woke me up with a big "WOOF! I want to go see the puppies!"
Breeder Alice Velasquez of Guardian Rottweiler was just wonderful. Guardian Rottweilers is located on about 10 beautiful acres of land in rural Indiana. There were maybe a dozen or so adult Rotties there, and they were all majestic, calm, and friendly. Any concerns we had about the breed were dispelled within minutes, but of course Alice is breeding specifically for show dogs with calm, stable, family-friendly temperaments and all of her dogs and puppies are socialized with small children, cats, and people coming and going. There are plenty of other breeders who are not as careful, which is why we drove 10 hours each way to get our puppies instead of just going to the closest breeder we could find.
Long story short, my husband went from cautious indecision to enthusiastic "Let's get the dogs and get going because it's a long drive!" pretty quickly. Alice spent a lot of time with us, and helped us select the best pups for our family based on their individual temperaments and interaction with one another. As first-time Rottweiler owners, we wanted puppies who were more laid-back and less dominant, more mellow than alpha, and Alice helped us select a male and a female from a litter born on January 5th.
|Otto & Lulu, 9 1/2 weeks old|
|Bernie with Lulu|
Lulu is the mouthy one of the pair -- she has to chomp on everything, which is fine because we stocked up on a collection of doggy chews and toys, and we just pop a puppy nylabone or rope bone in her mouth to redirect her. But when she pounced on one of the daffodils in our yard and bit into one of the blooms, suddenly "poisonous" popped into my head. I whipped out my iPhone and did an internet search for "daffodils poisonous dogs" and sure enough, all parts of daffodils are actually lethal to dogs, even in small doses, and the bulb is the most toxic part of all. So it's a good thing Bernie loves the dogs, because he was pretty bummed about digging up the daffodils just as they were starting to bloom. We'll have to relocate them to the front yard, to make the fenced-in back yard safe for the furbabies.
To those of you who expressed concern that dogs might destroy my home, take a look at Exhibit A:
|Lars the Pillow Eater Snuggles with Innocent Pups|
|Left to Right: Otto, Anders, & Lulu|
|Lars, Otto, Anders, & Lulu|
However, puppies or no puppies, life must go on, and I've got plenty of work to get done while Otto and Lulu are napping this morning. I've got February sales tax to file and some customer orders to check on, my drapery work room is patiently awaiting some work orders from me for new jobs that I dropped off, and I need to check in an order of drapery hardware that just arrived. After lunch the puppies are going to the vet for their first checkup, and after that I'm headed out to a client's home to inspect a large wallpaper installation that is finishing up today. Lars and Anders have choir rehearsal after school today, and I'll need to get everything ready for Lars's field trip to Raleigh while I'm supervising homework this evening. The funny thing is that, as busy as we are, adding puppies to our lives hasn't really added stress. Quite the opposite, actually -- they just melt stress and friction away with their puppy breath and wiggly tails. Even Lars and Anders, who usually alternate between fighting ferociously and being the best of friends, have been more even-keeled and mellow since the puppies joined our family.
Welcome, Otto and Lulu!