Glenn and I had talked about getting another lab one day after we bought a house. I am partially particular to labs having always grown up with them. They are the only breed of dog I have ever owned with my family and the breed I am most familiar with. I have never been a huge fan of small dogs. I get worried about stepping on them, tripping over them or closing a door on them. Also, I like being able to run around with big dogs and to have ‘protectors’.
When Glenn and I met he had Pretzel, his 5-year-old doxie (currently 8). I moved in and this was my first experience with a small breed of dog. A doxons personality is very different from labs. He is stubborn and likes to do things his own way. We took our first road trip up to North Carolina with Pretzel a few months into our relationship and that’s when Pretzel and I officially bonded. He became my little buddy after that trip and I learned to really appreciate him. He’s got quite the personality and an old soul. To this day, he won’t always listen when I call him but I’m his favorite lap to curl up in on the couch.
Growing up, my family had two black labs and a yellow. Always one at a time. I had always wanted a chocolate lab having never had one. I thought their rich colored coats were just beautiful and especially the ones with the light eyes. Knowing this and with Christmas around the corner, Glenn had secretly begun an online hunt for a chocolate female for me (oh yeah, and for whatever reason, we have always stuck with females. I’m not sure if they are any easier… It’s just a personal preference).
It was the weekend after Thanksgiving in which the salon officially closes Thursday-Monday. We were planning on having my parents over for dinner and a fire pit that Saturday night and I was home cleaning the house in preparations for dinner. Glenn called me around 5 and asked me if I would meet him at his job real quick. I was agitated because I was in the middle of cleaning and expecting my parents in just over an hour but reluctantly agreed and headed south to meet him at work. By 5:30 I was back in my car following him behind his truck further south through some neighborhood to God knew where. We pull up to a house and ignoring my questioning of why and what we were doing there, he rang the bell. A man I did not recognize answers but the front door had just opened enough that I had a clear shot of the patio and several yellow and chocolate roly polys bouncing around. I melted! He had found a 10-week old litter of labs not too far from where we lived. The mother was yellow, almost white and the father (who was not on site) was chocolate. There were only two chocolates and one of them was a female. Needless to say, the decision was easy and Savannah Blue has been a dream. She quickly became my best friend and constant companion. She is my shadow and would follow me to the end of the world if she could.
So now, back to how we were eventually planning on getting another lab (Can I get a ‘hell yeah’ for turning my hubby into a lab man?). We have casually talked about getting another chocolate or a black female one day after we were settled into a house. Not yet though.. Not now. Obviously, that changed. Glenn and Mike, the man we bought Savannah from, became facebook friends after we had picked her up. We were hanging out at our friend’s house a couple of weekends back when Glenn came across a picture Mike had posted of Savannah’s mother and another litter of puppies stating he had 7-week old puppies available for adoption soon. Glenn commented on the picture for Mike to call him while I am sitting next to him saying “No” (lol). His phone rang almost immediately and he walked outside to talk while I’m still yelling “No” from the couch. After a few minutes, he came back in saying the only females he had were yellows which we weren’t really interested in (at the time). I told him it just wasn’t meant to be and we needed a house first but we both agreed how absolutely cool it would have been to adopt an actual sister of Savannah’s.
The following week starts and we were busy packing and getting ready to leave for our road trip to North Carolina that weekend. I am at work Thursday afternoon when Glenn starts texting me pictures of these two yellow females. Apparently, Mike had started sending Glenn pictures of the only two girls from this litter and let me tell you, they were ADORABLE! Glenn and I agreed to go ‘look’ at them and visit with Mike and take Savannah over.
We headed over Friday evening after work and once again, opened that front door to see all the roly polys through the french doors out to the patio. Deja vu! There was even a beautiful black lab this time around which was a male that Mike had decided to keep. They had several chocolates to which were all males and then these two beautiful blonde little girls. The one of the two that we had both initially liked best from the pictures was gorgeous. She was almost white with blue eyes and the pinkest nose. I picked her up immediately. They had turned 8 weeks the day before and were all looking to be around 10-12 lbs. Then there was the runt of the litter, the other yellow female. She was half the size of her siblings and the one with the most energy. She was bouncing all over the place and wanted to play while all the others were more docile. I put the female down that I had been holding and she fell right to sleep. We played with them all for a while and most of them found a comfortable spot to pass out on while this one little girl kept on running around wanting to play. Glenn fell for her quick and hard. Mike told us she was the pistol of the crew but Glenn didn’t care. He wanted her. He asked my opinion and we agreed that the other female would probably be easier but there was something about this little girl that you couldn’t say no to. Needless to say, we came home with her.
Savannah had gone with us to see the pups but once we got home and saw Pretzel, I swear he stuck his middle claw up at us and walked away (he did the same when we brought Savannah home and now they are as close as could be and I’m sure he would lend a paw to her for anything she needed..get it..hee hee). Anyways, we took them all on the 14-hour road trip not two days later and she did absolutely great in the truck even finding the perfect spot for herself on the center console. I know she didn’t like that the big dogs were able to run free around the property while she was carried around or put on a short leash but in due time she will be running amuck with them the next time we go up. She has been an absolute pleasure and I have really fallen for her. She was Glenn’s idea and he named her (though I added Carolina after our mountain home). Savannah is mine and she would be Glenn’s dog (I know, I know, they are all both of ours) but she has definitely become my little baby. I have been working on her training and at the young age of 10 short weeks of I have her ‘sitting’, laying ‘down’ and giving ‘high fives’. She has become Savannah’s shadow and now I have two constantly on my tail 😉
Savannah has her little sister and we have a dog family of three now. I am constantly getting questions like, “Really? Another dog?? When are the babies coming?”. In due time my friends, in due time. Right now we’ve got a puppy to train and raise, a house to find and a wedding to help plan as well as wine in my bar to consume. Until then my babies are furry and my house is free of diapers.