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How it Began

I had decided we were ready to bring a dog into our family. My son, a six year old Autistic with a firm love of animals and dogs in particular, had been requesting one of his own for some time. My mother, who raises Boxer dogs, also owns a wonderful old black Labrador whom I have had the pleasure of knowing for the last ten years. It was through him that I developed an interest in the breed, and after much research (involving the purchase of many books and the interrogation of my mother) it was decided a Labrador Retriever was the dog for us.

Of course in a typical fashion, once I had decided it was a Labrador we would have, there were none to be found. It was completely by chance that I ran across the ad for a litter of puppys not far from where I live. I called the breeder and set up an appointment to view the litter the following morning.

My mother drove me to the breeder's home as I do not drive (its a long story, trust me), and I met the male puppies still available. They were five week old balls of fluff, each with their own little quirks that were clear from the outset. One in particular stood out to us. He was affectionate and happy to be snuggled, and possessed a big interest in giving puppy kisses. It was clear from that first meeting that this was the dog for us, and I put down a deposit before we left. And then, the three week wait began.


Bailey at 5 weeks



The First Week
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