Between July 2nd and July 20th, Lizzie lived with my grandparents. I had two trips to take where I couldn't take her with me; a family vacation to FL with my family and then a camping trip with the DBF's family. I worked 5 straight nights in between and figured it wouldn't be fair to jostle Lizzie between places. Lizzie stayed in Council Grove being loved and spoiled by my grandfather (Don't worry I called daily and visited twice). He took her out to the farm to play fetch, to the river/streams to swim, taught her to come to a whistle and spoiled her rotten! He also taught her to jump off a dock into the lake to retrieve! SHE HAD A BLAST!!!
So, the day came that I went to bring her home. and grandpa threw a fit. He tried to convince me that she was the most wonderful dog in the world (I knew that already...) and that I should leave her with him. He just fell in love with her and didn't want her to leave.
So I said, "Grandpa, why don't you get one? I'll find you a breeder!"
His response: "I would never spend that much money on a dog!"
Fine then, you can't have one!
It just made me mad because first of all, I ended up paying only $300 for Lizzie (plus well over $1500 in vet bills). And obviously he made the case himself that she is worth so much more than that!
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