
It does sound a recipe for disaster, but when people have made up their minds they just dont want the good advice. A couple of years ago a firend of mine, recently divorced, decided that the thing she needed and wanted most in life was a Boxer pupl She worked full time, sometimes long hours, had an immaculate, beautifully and expensively decorated new home, and I just new a puppy would be a disaster. I gave her all the reasons, and she would not be swayed - she made arrangements for dog sitters and walkers for through the day, got a cage, and trawled the papers for a pup (I refused to put her in touch with a breeder!) eventually she found a litter, and went to pick her pup. I relented a little at this time, becuasse as she was going ahead with it regardless I wanted to make sure a) she got a healthy pup and b) the breeders were fully aware of the situation.
The pup was just waht she had imagined, a flashily marked red boy, and she named him Oscar. The breeder were not pup off by the long hours and living arrangements, and he travelled home with us. Everything was Ok at the baby stage. She got a bit exasperated at the piddles, poohs and chewing, but had a area of the garden paved, and was ordering an outdoor kennel and run for the summer. As he got to the leggy, naughty age, she was amazed when he chewed on everything in sight, furniture, clothes, shoes, door frames etc. Of course, the house training was slow as it was being handled by 3 seperate people. At 6 months I got a phone call - Oscar was going to live with a friend of hers in the countryside, who had a big garden, a labrador, and was home all day. He is happy, she has her beautiful home back without further damage. I have never been able to understand why the breeder was willing to sell to her in the first place.
bye
Gwen