Yep, that's her name. We were having a hard time coming up with a name that fit, but she ended up naming herself.
She likes to chew on them:
Sleep in-between (or on) them:
And generally look adorable next to them...
And, she is wearing her own little brown boots, so there ya go.
Sorry I haven't posted the details of how this little furball came to be with us sooner, but we've been a "little" preoccupied tending to the needs of this little 7 pound tyrant! Just kidding, she is just so adorable we can't take our eyes off of her. But wow, it's been a long time since I've had a puppy this small and it sure does require a lot of time and attention. And we are loving it.
As many of you know, we lost our rottie, Angel, suddenly last summer. That was my girl and I've been missing her so much since then. Finally, about 3 or 4 months ago we started thinking it was time to find a puppy. I had my heart set on a rottweiler, but I wanted to find one through a rescue group or at one of the shelters. I combed the websites daily and although there were a lot of older rotties, puppies were hard to come by. Considering all of the other animals we have (bunnies, cat, horses, goats), I really wanted a young puppy that we could train from an early age to get along with everyone. Just before Thanksgiving I contacted one of the local rescue groups and they had a litter of rottie pups available. I went through the application process, waiting, e-mails back and forth, etc. In the end, we didn't get one. I was very disappointed. At that point, I stopped actively looking and figured the right puppy would find us (which is usually what happens).
Last Friday I was driving over to our friend's arena to meet up with Lee to work Piper and Chini. I was 2 driveways down from our friend's place when I looked over and saw 3 little girls running around a dirt yard being chased by 6 rottweiler puppies and their mama. Double take! Brakes. Reverse.
I got out of my car and walked up to the gate. All of the puppies ran up to greet me and lick my hand through the chain link fence. A woman came out of the house and we had a short conversation about the puppies. Turns out the mama is a rottweiler, but the daddy was only part rottweiler. I really didn't care, I just wanted one of these puppies. They looked like they could really use a good home and I wanted to take them all. I offered the woman some cash, picked out Boots through the fence and left. I saw little Boots' face and just knew she had to go home with me. I only hope the rest of those sweet puppies find good homes where they will be cherished members of the family.