@mcraven2 - isn't this fun? I love hearing these too.
After I lost my first EB and "dream dog", Mabeline Fabulash ("Mable"), I was lost in grief. It was when I started saying "Oh how cute!" instead of sobbing when I saw a pic of an EB...that's when I knew I was finally healing. I went thru an excruciating vetting of breeders. Got tons of references. Talked to them and many folks who know them and, best of all, got good vibes. Then, it was the wait. I paid my deposit and waited. And waited. And waited. It was almost as tho I had the dang baby. It really felt like that. (It did with Mable too) Preparing the nursury....selecting foods...toys...blankets.....Oh yeah. (I even have a baby book for Bea.) Beatrice came FINALLY after I waited thru THREE LITTERS for a piebald female. By the third batch, I was omg Laura, "JUST GIMME ONE ALREADY!" ha ha ha and me, my mom and my best friend Barbara (from Walnut Creek, CA) drove the 9 hours to pick her up. Oh was it a fun trip!
When Bea was six months old, I decided - per my master plan yanno - that Bea would have a sibling of some kind. A piebald female, right? Well, I'd given up on that. But I did want a girl and I did want a rescue. I submitted all my paperwork to CBRR and did some more waiting. I knew that the perfect little girl would come along and need me and Bea. And one wintery afternoon, I got the email; "I know you were waiting for an adult female.....would you take a male puppy?" Would I? WOULD I? It's like my mind completely forgot the chewed tables and the ruined carpet....AND the brand new carpet I just put in......, "When can I come get him?" was pretty much my answer. Bea and Bo are a year apart in age and the most fun I've ever had ever, ever, ever.
I'm trying to upload a pic...but it's not letting me.....maybe later.