[diane boden]

After I lost my Chloe it took a long time for me to get over it. I decided after years of girls I wanted a boy and 10 months later I called the breeder I got Chloe's dam off. He had a new litter- 4 boys one girl, already sold,- after saying hi he said I could go up when they were 4 weeks and have the pick of the boys.
Now my mom being my mom said get the smallest. So I went up and was introduced to a basketfull of squirmy babies. To satisfy mom I picked up the smallest first, a boy, looked at the others with him in one hand. The breeder was saying how nice the second smallest boy was headwise, but I put them side by side and prefered the body length of the little one so I did pick him. When I put him back with his siblings he immidiatly started beating up on his biggest brother.
Went to pick him up weeks later and placed him into my arm while talking to his breeder, after about 60 seconds of shaking he decided I wasn't so bad and started killing my sleeve. Incidently he was born exactly a year to the day my Chloe passed, fate.
With Rosie I had been browsing sites with the I want another baby feeling. Looked at many but nothing seamed to click. Then I saw a picture of h Rosie and her brother and I just knew. My brother-in-law and sister took us up and it was love at first sight. It took her one night to get over her fear, the rest is history. She was born on the birthday of another of my previous girls.