One Last Puppy

As many of you know, we still have one puppy left.
He's taken though, folks-not for sale!

He's adjusting well to being the only one.
He gets to run with the big dogs all day.

He gives moral support to Annie, who is days away from giving birth!

Doesn't she look like she needs moral support?

The poor girl is getting miserable.

And let's be honest, the puppy really isn't any help at all.

But there was a time when Annie was really playful and loved the puppies.
I understand the little guy's confusion.

But he's a good sport and takes the hint pretty easily.

Lots of Happiness and a Little Heartache: Part 2

Yesterday I documented the first three puppies to go.
This past Saturday was busy with four puppy owners coming.
Here is Pink/brown collar, named Fiona.

She is a sweet one!

And here's her owner saying hello to Huck.

Huck is happy to greet you as long as you stay on the other side of the fence and don't block the way to his porch steps where he can take cover!

Next up was blue collar who I'm proud to say his name is now...
Huck Jr.!!!

He went home to these guys!

They were excited to finally meet him!
They picked him out just by the picture above!
I wonder what my boys are doing back there?

Such a sweet picture.
He'll have a happy life too.

Look at his face!!

He also got to go home to big brother, Oakley!
(Not biologically his big brother)

And several cousins too!!

And then there's Mater.
Our 3rd Mater.

For awhile, he was the only one I could get pictures of for some reason.

His owner came to meet him a couple weeks ago.
She fell in love with him, and all the others!

How could you not though?
Look at that face!

She was finally able to take him home Saturday!

Unfortunately, the Maters always become a favorite with my son.

"Sorry Luke, but I don't think she's gonna let him go."

And the last one for the weekend was Doc.

My son liked him.

Even my mom had to say good-bye to him!

Here's his owner who had been waiting so long to finally hold him!

After weeks of "Daily Doc" pictures through texts, they were SO happy to finally take him home!

It was another bittersweet departure weekend.  We love that we can make so many people happy and the puppies get such loving homes.  But it's sad to see the little guys go.

Lots of Happiness, and a Little Heartache

It was a big week and especially big weekend here at F. R. R. 
It was time to say good-bye to our puppies.
It's always a fun time to see these people who have been anxiously awaiting the day they could take their puppy home.
But it's also hard for those of us who have been with them since they were born.

Here's Rosie in her early days.
She was the first to go.

These guys came out when they were about 4 weeks old.

They picked her out then.

And here they are coming to take her home.

She had grown a little.

Here's half the fam ready to take her home to the other half!

Next up was Pink Collar.
Her name is Scout now.

Scout grew too and went to these girls (there's a husband in the household too, he wasn't there).

Scout's owner and I played basketball in college together-notice the shirt (okay, you probably can't see it, I recognize it because I have, or had, one).

One of us was an All-American and has our jersey retired and hanging in the gym.
Can you guess which one of us it is (or should I use the word was here)?

Here's a hint:
It's NOT the one whose children are pretending to be sharks attacking the other's child.

Aww, and here's the heartache.

When he decided to quit playing shark and come to terms with reality, he remembered he didn't like this part of the puppies.
And he wasn't fond of me taking his picture either.

Next one to go was Red Collar.
I think his name is Gunnison now.

His owner came to pick him out several weeks ago too.
We made a deal to deliver this one.

So we loaded up and took a road trip!
The boys love having puppies in the car with them!

He was greeted by some very anxious owners!

I'm not sure this one will get enough attention either.

He had quite the Welcoming Committee!

Luke gave her the low-down on Gunnison and how he was the one with the white toes.

I think he could get used to all this!

And then it was time to leave.
It was rough.
It was sad.
It was hard to watch.

But then we took them to their favorite place to eat and they forgot all about it!

We'll call this one Part 1.  The rest tomorrow, maybe.