Little Man Tate

This past Saturday, we brought home our new Cockapoo puppy, Tate. We started off on shaky ground despite the fact that we were instantly smitten with him. After extensive research, I found someone I thought was a reputable breeder. I asked her all of the hard questions and everything checked out. It wasn't until we brought him home that we realized she had not been as ethical as she made herself out to be. Upon taking him to the vet for his new puppy exam, we discovered that he has both Giardia and tapeworms. Luckily, both conditions are completely treatable and he should be fine by the time he gets off of his medicine tomorrow. At first I was crushed, I hadn't anticipated a sick puppy and I didn't fully realize how much work it would be until we got him home. I had a few "What was I thinking?" moments, but he has definitely captured our hearts and I am excited to have him as part of our family.

When I contacted the breeder to let her know what the vet had found so that she could check the other puppies she told me that she knew I would be trouble from the beginning. Come again? I can't wrap my head around that. Was I trouble because I asked her so many questions and because I actually take this commitment seriously? Was it because she probably had to go looking on the internet for the answers to my questions? Who says that to someone? I am so glad that I will never have to deal with her again. I feel like we rescued him in a way from someone who obviously didn't really care for him as much as she said she did. I guess things aren't always what they seem and you live and you learn. Luckily for us, we have a sweet little guy who is going to grow big and strong and has a great home now.

Tate is very playful and extremely sweet. He follows us everywhere and likes to lay at my feet when I am at the kitchen sink. He has done a great job of staying quiet throughout the night for the past two days. We are thanking our lucky stars because he literally cried all night the first night he was home. I read that they are crying on that first night to send a signal to their litter mates to come find them. Doesn't that break your heart? Tate quickly learned that he ended up in pretty good hands and he has really warmed up to us.