Little Kennel in Bancroft

I just re-read my last blog and it sounds pretty pathetic, but I'm still standing by it. I believe it to be true and I'm really looking forward to the responsibility of dog ownership. I've always wanted to be a mom and this is a crash course for me so hopefully I don't disappoint myself. Yeah, yeah... I know a dog is different than a human, but it's the idea of me being completely responsible for someone else besides me.

For some strange reason, I usually do better when others are involved as part of my purpose. Stupid, stupid, stupid that I value other people more than I do myself sometimes, but it is what it is so if you can't beat em, join em.

My friend was casually looking on Kijiji.com at puppies just to compare his against and gave me the idea of getting one of my own. I searched on there for hours, but was unable to find "the one" and also got scared after reading articles of all the potential (and expensive) health problems that can arise when you buy a dog from an unlicensed breeder with no guarantee against defects and not to mention the possible trauma that a puppy can face if he's not cared for properly after birth. Thus, I'm going to a kennel to pick up my puppy.

Bancroft... where the heck is Bancroft? After Googling it, I discovered it's almost at Algonquin park aka over 3 hours away. If I'm willing to drive that far for a man I haven't even seen, good gosh, I love him already... and I do. =)



Perfect Puppies, the kennel where my dog is.