So, making idle chit chat while waiting for the group ahead of us to tee off:
That day’s golf partner, who I’d never met before - “You have a dog? What kind?”
Saying what I always say to this question - “Yes, but you’ve never heard of it.”
Golf partner - “Try me.”
Me - “I have a Coton. Or to be more precise, a Coton de Tulear.”
Golf partner “Me too! And that’s exactly what I always answer."
What were the odds? Not only have very few people ever heard of this breed, even fewer own one. I only have this fancy-named sweetheart of a dog because a friend of a friend needed to find a home for hers. And yet there’s more –
We went through the how long have you had yours, where’d you get it, etc.
As we worked our way back in time, we realized that not only had this woman acquired her dog from the same breeder, we finally figured out that her dog is Mamie’s daughter.
|Mamie, back in her birthing days.|