Cookie Picks His Momma

So how did I end up with a Small Munsterlander?  My mom and my step dad were sharing their home with three Munsties.  On September 5, 2008 Jules had a litter of eight Munsterlander puppies.  From the time I met the Munster babies I just knew that I had to have one of my own.  The problem I faced was convincing my husband, Dan that we "had to have one"!!  At that time we were a one dog family with a ten year old no hassle sheltie. Dan had watched my folks raise three wild and crazy Munsterlanders... this was not going to be an easy task!

Being that I love dogs I would go out to play with the pups on a regular basis.  I picked out this cute little runty puppy that I loved to pieces.  I would go out and sit and watch the pups play in their room and then later in the dog run.  I loved to sit in the middle of the pile of pups and watch "my puppy" play with all the other pups.  When I would sit with the babies "The Ugly Mostly White One" would come and sit on my lap.  Didn't matter what I was doing, whether I was just watching the pups, or clipping nails, etc he would constantly be trying to sit on me.  When I would leave "The Ugly White One" would follow me to the door and watch me leave.

Fast forward seven weeks to the time the pups were going to their forever homes....  The only girl was going to my stepdad, Rob's moms house.  They were keeping one (who they later ended up naming Mocca).  Three of the other pups had homes already.  That left "my puppy", "The Ugly White One", and Bolt (he had a lightning bolt marking).  Despite me dragging Dan out on numerous occasions to see the puppies I still hadn't convinced him that we NEEDED a new dog.  Finally I got the phone call I dreaded... my mom called to tell me that "my puppy" had sold.  I was heart broken!!! 

A few days before Halloween my mom was having a little bit of a panic attack because she still had two puppies that needed homes.  I'm not sure what finally convinced Dan that we should have a puppy... I had let up on my new puppy campaign since "my puppy" was sold but finally just after "my puppy" was sold Dan said we could have one.  I was happy but devastated, and honestly kind of mad, if he had said yes a few days earlier I could have picked the pup I wanted.  The only condition of the new dog coming to live with us was that Dan got to pick which one we got.  I lobbied for Bolt because I REALLY didn't want "The Ugly Mostly White One"... his colours sucked plus he was really annoying because he would never leave me alone.  Which pup did Dan pick?  "The Ugly Mostly White One" of course!!  

Finally after eight weeks Cookie Munster got what he wanted... he picked me out and he was coming home!