Meet Jager

It was a seven hour ride. The closer we got to our destination, the more conflicted I became.

 

I felt a multitude of emotions. Anticipation. Reluctance. Happiness. Fear. Giddiness. I knew when I saw her I would probably fall in love, but then again, perhaps not. Commitment had driven me this far but I was relying a hundred per cent on my heart to dictate the outcome.

 

We finally arrived. I was aware that the course of action that I took in the next five minutes would make an impact in both my husband’s and my life. I did not take this possible decision lightly. My husband understood the significance this was to me. I was excited but I felt nauseous. I began to panic.

 

The breeder introduced himself and took us to the back. I stood and watched the pups. In a previous conversation on the phone, I had indicated that I would only be interested in the solid black German Shepherd. There was only one in a litter of 12. I had read that breeders, not so very long ago, culled them from the litter. Now they are an anomaly and rare.

 

One of the pups came over to greet me. The breeder told me she was the one I had requested. She stopped directly in front of me and sat. She looked up - way up. Our eyes met. She held my gaze and with it captured my heart.

 

I picked her up and held her in my arms. I thought about the day that I had brought Ben home. My beautiful, gentle, giant Ben…

I knew he would understand.

 

I kissed the puppy and hoped that she would grow to love and understand.

 

As my husband and I walked back to the jeep I remembered the tenacious, spicy, 4-legged, red-headed, fire cracker, that sat, waiting for us in the backseat. OMG! I hoped to goodness that she too, would understand…

 

 

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