Well, Paul won out, and we are getting a puppy. We were originally supposed to get one of the males, but when we went over to visit them a couple of weeks ago, the littlest female was such a character that we were really drawn to her. No one else wanted her because she was the runt, but she seems healthy and she definitely holds her own with the rest of her littermates. We were never 100% sure that they showed us the same male puppy every time we went over anyway; they are all the same size, don't really have any distinguishing markings, and the owner didn't put collars on them or do anything else to indicate which was which. Plus none of them had the personality Daisy does.
We had a name picked out for a boy, but not for a female. So when we were driving home after visiting the puppies, I was trying to think of what a good name would be and decided she looked like a Daisy. I didn't say anything to Paul because I didn't want to affect his decision between a male or a female. Then out of the blue he said, "So you really like little Daisy, don't you?" I got cold chills, because it was just too much of a coincidence!
So meet Daisy D_______ (last name witheld to protect her privacy). I like to think she picked us.
