We had a Maltese for about 15 years and he was beginning to get up there in age and had to one dreadful day, put him down. My father was heart broken. We all knew that we wanted a new puppy but would have to wait awhile for my father to heal. We were all heart broken. Then one day my father had come home and showed me pictures of a dog he had seen in the city, while on his lunch break at work. It was a havanese.
So after about 6 months and Christmas only being a few weeks away, my mother and I decided to go looking for a new puppy. We had told my father that we were going food shopping and went off to where we had picked out our previous little puppy 15 years earlier.
Me being the animal lover that I am, I saw this little white puppy sleeping in the corner being ignored by all the other dogs. Ths is just how I found my previous puppy. I grabbed him, his tail wagged and he reminded me so much of my maltese and I knew he was the one.
So we brought him home and as my mother went off inside and asked my father to help me with the groceries (which is why he's ticked off that I am still on the car on my phone and whips up his arms), he came out and was expecting food for the week, but instead found a new best friend.