the story of sam wiggins.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
there are two defining moments in our marriage thus far.... moving to nyc and picking out a puppy sized sam wiggins. picking out a puppy is an experience most couples will never forget. ours was more life threatening.
fortunately i married a dog lover and it didn't take long for us to bring up the canine conversation. we were living in nashville, tn at the time and a labradoodle seemed like the perfect fit. like any responsible dog owner, we googled labradoodles nashville tn and quickly found a breeder in our area. we called the breeders, set up an appointment, and drove two hours outside of nashville to see the new litter.
we arrive at the farm to find a barb-wire fence, no house to be seen, and a climbable gate. to get to the grounds we literally had to leave the prius at the road and jump the fence. keep in mind, there was no address so we were 80% sure we were even at the right place. ed is the sane person in the relationship and suggests that trespassing on someone's property in the sticks of tennessee might not be the smartest. i assure you, these peeps have guns in their living room.
i thought otherwise.
i didn't drive two hours into the boonies and spend $300 at petco to not come back with a sam wiggins in my lap.
we jumped the damn fence.
so now we're walking in the middle of a dirt field on a path that leads us to civilization. keep in mind we had an appointment with these loonie bins and they never picked up the phone during this whole fiasco.
let me paint you a picture of the civilization we found..... pretty much worst nightmare living conditions and a little bit of texas chainsaw massacre. i could have filmed blair witch project up in there.
as we get closer, we see (and hear) dog after dog after dog in cages. sadly, i knew we were in the right place.
ed keeps calling the breeders on the phone while i yell out for anyone who might answer.
this goes on for about 20 minutes as we weren't dumb enough to march into these people's trailer home. ed's still dialing and i'm still yelling.
so we decide to go into the trailer shack. i mean, we were determined to get a dog.
as we get closer, out of nowhere runs a doberman FULL SPEED showing teeth. i was walking in front and i remember ed saying from behind... "oh my god, i should be walking in front cuz he'll snap you in half." we froze.
i forgot to mention we picked up our own weapons along the hike. i had a huge-ass stick (so useful?) and ed had some piece of scrap of metal he found in the pile of dead bodies. KIDDING. kidding.
deranged doberman made circles around us and i yelled out "HELP!" he assumed we were harmless and walked into an open door in the trailer. we followed behind.
we find a 400lb woman squeezed behind a teeny computer desk and her skinny overall-wearing husband watching TV. guys, i am WARM at this point. i have words with these people.
ed backs me down. they claimed they didn't hear the phone, or my calls for help, because the TV was too loud.
we demanded to see the litter right away and recognized sam's sweet face from the photo we saw online. instead of snuggling with his siblings, sam nudged the fence and wiggled his way over to ed's feet.
he chose US.
i swear on sam wiggin's paw pads he had this look in his eyes that screamed "get me out of this place." as you can imagine, i had a very hard time leaving the rest of that litter behind as we knew we had run into a puppy mill with subpar living conditions.
the breeders were shut down several months later.
looking back, i know we should have rescued a dog as opposed to taking the breeder route. but i have no doubt we rescued sam wiggins.