The puppy in Heather’s eye was trying to keep up with a few of the others who had managed to climb a small incline amongst weeds and pines, but was soon led off course by a few chickens.  As all the other puppies engaged in play, the runt found these feathered species quite intriguing; well she was captivated by the birds themselves around 10% and the other 90%, I am ashamed to say, was limited to the droppings they left behind.  To this day she is still easily distracted by any and everything.  And somewhere along the quest for chickens the little rascal was head butted by a goat and let loose the slightest whimper, effectively sealing the deal with Heather. It goes without saying that she did not put the puppy down while we contemplated adopting a sister.

Say hello to Daisy!

The conversation was rather short and needless to say the recipient of the call was very surprised to hear that we were actually in the area. Because nobody just happens to be in the middle of nowhere and what two people travel that distance without first making contact to ensure the prize was indeed available let alone if anyone would be home.  The only thing I can say was that we were driven by a two year wanting of a puppy, which finally would come to pass with the purchasing of our first home two months earlier and the abandonment of a 650 square foot San Ramon, CA apartment.

After waiting an additional 5-10 minutes before heading over as we did not want him to think we were so anxious and just up the road, we traveled the final leg of our journey.  Down the dirt, pine tree laden road was a ramshackle red barn, a few non-functioning autos and a multitude of debris one expects to find on a stereotypical mountain farm.  And the man who greeted us was perfectly matched, attire, mustache, and all.  As we exited our 96 Ford Explorer so did 14 seven week old German shorthaired pointers from the clapboard barn as if we were watching a scene from 101 Dalmations.  There was no way in hell we were leaving without a shorthair of our own!