Sasha Marie

The story of my baby girl, Sasha Marie.

Yes, this is another dog story but I'm ALL about my children, my hubby, and my animals. That's me, that's what makes me whole.

This was my Spike, who I had rescued from the dog pound after he was hit by a car. I only had him a few short monts before he died of some type of stomach cancer. He died in April(seems to be a bad month for us) and of course I HAD to go get another dog.

I knew I wanted a smaller dog with stand up ears. Ideally I wanted a papillion or a pom but my dear hubby REFUSED to get a pom. He says they are ALL psycho. He has never met a nice one so he is a little tainted. If I couldn't find one of them I wanted a doxie. I already have a doxie/chihuahua and I just love him to pieces.

So off we went to find this little dog with stand up ears. We went to all the humane societies around our area and I had looked on petfinder and there just wasn't anything I was looking for. I decided to go AGAINST everything and went to a pet store. YES, YES, YES I know. I was stupid, irresponsible and everything else you can call me. I KNOW this. Yet I wouldn't go back and change my decision. I lied to alot of people at first and then I finally told them. I'm NOT a very good liar.

Well, I went into this one pet store and I saw these pups. I forgot to mention that I HAD to have a little boy. Boy dogs are the bomb! Anyway, I saw this little brown and white puppy laying in the kennel just staring at me. I just HAD to see this little baby in my arms.

I asked for assistance and they went and got the little puppy. They said it was a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel. I hadn't really heard of this type of breed but I sure did like the way this puppy looked.

They put this puppy in my arms and I checked to see the sex. Oh darn! It was a little girl. Yet I couldn't seem to give the puppy back. I just had to hold her for a little while. I held her and she was having trouble breathing and I KNEW this puppy was coming home with me.

I told my hubby that I had to have this one. He just looked at me because,

1)It was a GIRL

2)It wasn't a doxie

3)NO stand up ears

He was a little confused. He also said that the puppy was sick and WHY did I have to bring home a sick puppy when I was just going to keep dumping money into her!

I just HAD to have her. So I told the employee I wanted meds for this dog because it was sick. I also told them I wanted a discount on this dog too because I wasn't going to pay all that money for a "defective" dog. So they had to call their big boss and sure as anything I got her discounted AND meds.

They were trying to tell me it was kennel cough and I KNEW better. Took the meds and my new puppy and off we went.

I had already named her before we even left the store. Really? Yep. Here's how that went. I had already been to an animal communication class and I knew I already had a "talent" for reading houses so I thought maybe I could communicate with the animals. Now my one friend SWEARS I can but I still doubt. Yet on this day, I KNOW I communicated with this little girl! She was in my arms and I wanted to put her on the floor to see how she walked and if she could at least hold herself up. I set all four of her feet on the floor and she looked at me and said, "My name is Sasha." That's what clenched her coming home with me. So I guess I can communicate.

So off we went with our new puppy and I had to go to the pet store where my one friend worked and get her a leash and collar.

I walked in and my friend said, "Who do we have here?"

I said, "Her name is Sasha."

My friend says, "You can NOT name this dog Sasha!"

I said, "Yes I can, yes I will, and yes I have!"

Her registered name is Sasha Marie because my middle name is Marie.

I brought this little girl home and we had weeks worth of pneumonia battle! Yep, it wasn't kennel cough after all! She also has arythmia(spelling??) or irregular heartbeat. Cavaliers are known for bad hears. Yet would did I expect? I had done this to myself, right? Buying a puppymill dog.

Yet this girl is now my life. I have another little cavalier and everyone says that it's not fair to him because he has to live up to Sasha and she sets a high standard. I think they are right.

We communicate and we have a VERY strong bond. She makes me laugh, she licks the tears from my face, and we know when each other doesn't feel good. She is just a little doll.

I would never change the fact that I walked into that store and bought this little girl.

She is my Sasha Marie-CGC(tested TDI but we don't visit), U-CD, ASCA-CD She also dabbles in agility and has done ONE trial but mom is too much of a chicken to go again because we flubbed up so bad the first time.