I know I haven't been around much lately. Frankly, I've been trying to avoid political arguments -- I have too many things going on in Real Life to get sucked into that. I've been working on projects and raising a litter of Belgian Sheepdog puppies. The latter is like having quadruplets, only you can't diaper them. Most of my time presently is spent working with them, cleaning up after them, playing with them, and recovering from the same.
One reason I bred my Violet is because of her temperament. She is unbelievably sweet, especially for this breed. I've had people who know this breed well tell me repeatedly that she needed to be bred, just to get that temperament into the gene pool. She also made a fabulous therapy dog after my spine surgery a few years back. Some of you may remember all of that mess. I'm delighted that all of her puppies have turned out to be this sweet.
But another reason why I bred her is because I thought I could produce pups that would make good therapy and assistance prospects. And I promised FloridaSNMom that she and her family could have one of the puppies from the first litter, the one best suited to this work. It's been pretty tough figuring out which pup would be best, because all of them are terrific. But one is particularly well-suited: sweet, snuggly, a true Velcro pup, gentle with the cats, unfazed by wheelchairs, very attentive, and extremely smart and agile.
There's just one problem: getting her from Maryland to them in Florida.
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