janobonano
Posted : 3/4/2008 11:08:37 AM
The summer after I graduated from college, my then SO/now DH
and I went on a big road trip. We lived in Colorado at the
time, and drove to the Royal Gorge Bridge, Mesa Verde, the four
corners, Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, Vegas, Moab, Breckenridge, then back home. It was soooo much fun. Somewhere along the way, we were
driving through a small town, and SO saw a business sign that said "Rupert"
something or other. He declared,
"Some day I'm going to have a dog. And his name will be Rupert." I
thought that was so cute.
We were living in an apartment at the time,
and didn't have time/space/money for a dog. We later moved back to Wisconsin, and
after a couple years of renting and saving up for a deposit on a house,
we were finally able to buy a house. Ever since I was in college I had
been doing research on what breed to get. I decided on a vizsla and
looked for breeders in my area. I ended up going to Minnesota to look
at some 3 week old pups.
There were 4 boys and 2 girls. I picked up
every boy pup and asked it, "Are you my Rupert?"
There was a fat one, a light colored one, a runt, and my Rupert, the
most perfect one of all. The name the breeders gave him was Ole, so that became his middle name.