July 21st 2012 2:09 pm
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My three brothers, parents and I were for sale at one of those eeeeevil auctions in Missouri. The person who owned the puppy mill was going out of business so he was selling all his dogs. The wonderful people at Westie Rescue Tennessee bought us and a bunch of other Westies (and a couple Beagles) and brought us back to Tennessee. My bro's and I were only 4 1/2 weeks old!!!! EEK!
Then, once they got all the dogs back to TN, they found out that puppies were coming and SOON! The 38 Westies they brought back soon became 46 and a week or so later they realized MORE puppies were coming!!! (even though the guy was getting out of the business he had bred some of the dogs) There weren't many foster homes that would take puppies, so my brothers and I were adopted out at 6 1/2 weeks of age.
Mommy got some flack from some people about how young I was, but she figured I was going to be taken from my mom at that age no matter what, so she'd bring me to a "Westie home"! It was funny because the rescue lady told Mommy all about soaking my puppy kibble till it was mushy and all that....and guess what....I wouldn't eat it! Mommy says I looked away from the bowl of mush, walked over to a piece of kibble on the floor and picked it up and munched on it...she told Daddy it I was saying "I don't need no stinkin' baby food!" BOL!
We drove back to Ohio where I found myself a wonderful home with an older sister (Pooh Bear) and a big fenced yard to run in and 'rents I love love love love....especially Daddy! hehe! My big sissy went to The Bridge in 2009, but I wasn't alone for long...now I have my little sissy Caleigh who sits on my head and stuff but it's ok because we play a LOT and we're super close.
So...please think about a rescue doggy when you're looking for a family member!!!!
Hugs & Westie kisses,
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Luv your story, Darby!