I did some research, decided an Australian Shepherd was probably my best bet, and looked up some breeders.
The first one tried to eat my boot - the dog, not the breeder. More on that never.
She sent me a picture of this dog - who wasn't present. In fact, I later found out that if you Google "Red Merle Aussie" this picture pops up. Hmmm. Reputable? I think not.
I should be rewarded with a cookie for good behavior. I may be a submissive coward, but I can throw a hell of a left hook, and the state of the dogs made me want to do things to her that would make a serial killer sit up and take notes.
I don't like humans.
And I really like puppies.
Not two weeks later, a lady named Karen decided to bring her Aussie, Gabby, to our puppy class. After a short conversation in the parking lot, I learned she was a breeder, and she was having a red merle litter a month or so later.
Maybe I needed a freaking puppy after all.
Meet Gypsy, resident mommy of a - get this - actually reputable breeder. She's such a lovely dog and I think she might like to show off how gorgeous her puppies are. ^-^;;
Hi, Koda; you're coming home with me.