I was hoping I would have puppies to talk about, but as it is, it's all about the big
I've had dogs most of my life. My first dog was an Alaskan Malamute named Belle and we got her when I was 11 or 12. Having her taught me to always learn about the breed before you buy. This poor dog was chained up in the back yard most of the time because she was too big for the house. She was also strong and could bust a cow-chain. All the cops in the county knew our dog.
When I was in college deciding to get my own dog, I did a lot of research into dogs - energy levels, grooming requirements, if they were good apartment dogs, how they were with people - and I ended up choosing a boxer, Chiaotzu. (Strange name, I know. Pronounced Chat-zu.)
I loved him so much, I decided I was going to start breeding these fantastic dogs. Since then, we got Rukia, our brindle mama. And to keep them company, the terrier-mutt, Rambo Roy joined their family.
Chiaotzu is 9, getting up there, but not too old yet. Unfortunately, he had an ACL tear a few years ago and since then the scar tissue and arthritis has built up to the point he re-injured himself this last February. He may have to hang up his hat for puppy making, which means this trio will become four because I am emotionally attached to the idea of having one of his babies. We will see how he heals and what the vet says. As much as I love the puppies, I'm in it because of this dog, and I want to keep him around as long as possible.