If you have been following my blog, you will already know who Hank is! I wanted to share my story of when I first met my Big Guppy.
Cold Day in Winter
It was the middle of March, and I was on the hunt for a dog. At this point in time I did not have any dogs in my life. I was always so used to having 2-3 dogs constantly, that I felt so empty without one. I knew I wanted an American Bully though. They are by far my favorite breed, though sadly mistaken for Pitbulls, they are an amazing breed. I had been looking at ads for Bully pups for weeks, finding a lot of nice-looking pups; but nothing quite stood out. I was set on getting a purebred, and papered Bully as well; this limited the number of pups that were available within my state.
Hank at First Sight
As I was browsing more ads, I came across a local breeder with Bully pups. Tripled registered from champion show lines to boot! He had two puppies left from his most recent litter, so the ad stated. I sent off an inquiry, waiting to see what these two pups looked like. He replied stating he just had a male left. I was not in the market for any specific gender, so this was fine by me. He told me to give him a minute, and he would send over some pictures of the pup. As I waited I debated on the gender once more, and decided I probably preferred a female pup after all. My phone buzzed, and the pictures were here. It took only a moment of staring at the pictures before I said to myself “He looks like a Hank!”. I feel as though my fate was sealed from that point on.
I told the breeder I would be interested in meeting the pup, so we moved on to set up a day to meet. It was 28 degrees out that evening, and as inhospitable as winter usually is! I arrived to find the breeder outside with two small puppies moving about on the porch. He informed me that he had a female available after all, it was her and Hank that were left. I knelt and Hank was very short and pudgy, but he was a ball of comedy. He came hopping over and began licking my hands and attempting to chew on my shoes before sprinting off to romp around in the grass. He put an instant smile on my face. However, I knew I should at least look at the female as well. She was hiding near the porch and despite my best efforts, she would not come over to me. She did not seem too keen on being outside or around any people.
I Knew He Was Coming Home with Me
Hank never ceased acting silly and cute, he would come back over to me and play for a moment before running off again. I picked him up and held him for a while, the breeder asking if he was the one I wanted. I admitted I came here with the intention of preferring a female puppy, but Hank had taken the cake. We talked for a bit longer before discussing payment and papers, and before I knew it I was back in my car with Hank! He slept comfortably cuddled into my jacket on the drive home. I knew I was starting a new journey in life with my boy Hank. I am glad I chose him. If I had to do-over, I would ALWAYS choose Hank. We were meant for each other and I’m thankful he’s been such an amazing partner in life.
Here’s to many more good years with my boy Hank.