Skye your story reminds me of a friend who raised these big st bernard size show dogs, I forget what they are called. She said she never ever sells a dog based on conversations with a child, but this boy started exchanging emails with her, he wanted one of those dogs so bad, sounded so sensible and mature, wanted to show it. She kept asking to talk to the parents, both physicians, they were always too busy. Finally she got ahold of one of them, they were just real brusque said yes, he wants the dog, we want it too, to make him happy." she tried to go over things, the animals special needs, the dr. just acted like hey, I am a dr. we know about nutrition thank you." so she figured they were just brusque busy people. So she sells this 2000.00 show dog puppy to these people, they paid airfare for it to be shipped to new york city. So then like six MONTHS later the dad called. They had had a cocktail party and asked the boy to show off his dog, all the tricks he had taught him. So the dog comes out, shows off, everyone is just adoring him. They allowed the party guests to handfeed him party snacks, He took a huge steaming dump on the floor and everyone froze and just stared aghast and practically ran from the room screaming.
So they wanted their money back because she had sold them a "psycho" animal. She tried to reason to no avail so fine, said send me the dog back and I will refund your money. and the dr said no, you sold us a pet quality animal at a show quality price. show dogs are housebroken." so she agreed to take the dog back, housebreak it, and send it back if they would pay shipping. They said no. So she said ok, send me the dog I will refund your money. They said no. They wanted the dog AND the money. She finally said fine, sue me. But always feels horrible because she knew the dog was in a bad home and couldnt do anything about it. So now she wont even talk to children who email her about the dogs. And she says that is the only person in 20 years of breeding that she doesnt have a decent relationship with years later. Speaking of little turtleheads... I am typing this in the back bedroom and nasi just scampered by the window, he had to maneuver quite an obstacle course to get back there-- and then my stonewall, who paused to look in the window like "maybe they arent home and we can break and enter through this big square..." Janice-- even good horses have bad days sometimes.
