Gird your loins, I am about to bomb you with ovary-popping cuteness.
On Sunday I made the trip to Beaconsfield with my aunt Nessa to choose a puppy. Not for me, for her. She’s a breeder of Finnish Lapphunds and she’s after some more dog stock for her kennel.
After the sad demise of her very first lappy, Blaze, Nessa was after getting some of his progeny back in her life. If you knew Blaze like I did, you’d understand why we’re all missing him a great deal. As dogs go, he was the best. Not only a champion dog in the ring (literally) but a funny and playful rascal of a mutt who didn’t have a temperamental bone in his body. It seems we found him again in this little batch of adorable cutenesses.
All was well and good until I saw this one…
In terms of showing, the cream puppies are not the favourite in this country. Most people tend to favour the black and tan or the red and tan… or any of the darker colours with the beautiful masking. To me, a non-shower and a dog lover, I DON’T CARE! Creamie was lovely.
And our eyes met.
And we fell in love.
This little pup decided I was the best thing ever (in all her five weeks of “ever”). Even her kennel mummy was amused by it.
And then her kennel mummy said if I had $1800 I could have her and she would bump the people on the waiting list. The perks of being related to the master breeder.
I almost did it. Seriously. Unemployment and angry manbeasts be damned! I almost said yes right then. If the pup had behaved like the other puppies and played and ran off again, I probably would have got over it. But she didn’t…
She picked me.
SHE PICKED ME.
That’s never happened before.
My heart broke a little bit, knowing that I couldn’t be the one to take this little polar bear masquerading as a puppy home with me.
Oh, then then not only did I have to contend with gorgeous puppies, but there was also a little person living on the property. Possibly the cutest little person I’ve seen since my nephew was born. And when you combine little person cuteness with puppy cuteness… I was ready to go home and make twelve little people of my own.
(That feeling passes very quickly – particularly once the little people start pooping and crying and being little shits.)
If you’re wondering, these little babies grow up to look like this strapping boy here:
And this was the little fuzzy wombat that Nessa chose for herself:
Anyway, we had to go home eventually… so I packed up, and found this as we were gathering up all the puppies…
I just… argh.
If anyone is curious about Finnish Lapphunds, feel free to contact Articmal Kennels. Vanessa has a very select breeding program and screens her buyers thoroughly. And if you’re a breeder of any dog who happens to be looking at this, she also runs a worldwide live dog/semen export/import business, Genes in Motion.