I couldn’t wait until tomorrow! After eight years of searching I was finally getting my little red rough coated boy and his name would be Farfel!
Mary came with the pup. She brought his papers and a loose leaf with pictures. No toys no food or supplies he was used too. I put him up on the grooming table to get acquainted see what I would need to do to get him spruced up. I gave her the check and really wished she would leave. No such luck! She launched into a long, detailed discussion on exactly how he should be groomed. What? I’m a groomer, and why doesn’t he look like you say he should?
Next she proceeded to tell me his name was Verdell and I was not permitted to change his name-EVER. My response; I was buying him, he was my dog now and I would do whatever I liked with him, otherwise give check back and take him home! She left in a huff!
Farfel got along great with everyone, especially my chihuahua, Peso, who was exactly 1 week older
He loved being groomed and would often try to push a client off the table so he could get the attention. To the end of his days he was never 100% house trained and he was never a typical velcro griffy, probably because of his months alone in the yard.
When I looked closely at his papers I found Mary had never registered him but had signed the forms. Since she was not answering my calls I decided to call the breeder.