I thought I would share with you the story of how I got Dylan and see if anyone else has a tale of fate v coincidence, or any views on it.
I had a cavalier spaniel from puppy who died aged 17. After his death I had a few months break and then looked for a rescue dog. I took on a 1 year old samoyed and it was a complete disaster and after 9 months of struggling and tears finally had to rehome her. After that I decided to remain dog-free, but without a dog I was just working all the time, not getting any exercise and getting stressed and tired. So eventually I reached the conclusion that another dog was inevitable for me to have a balanced life, but I was really wary of making another mistake, and was convinced that "our dog" was out there somewhere, waiting for us. I decided on a Papillon, and looked everywhere for one about a year old. We went to see one, loved the breed but the one for sale was nervous and miserable - not at all the temperament we wanted. I then settled on some to view, but by the time the day came to view, only one was left, and that was a puppy about 3 hours away. I then started to get cold feet about the idea of a Papillon puppy and started looking at Cockapoos, which my daughter had suggested. I felt much more confident about a cockapoo puppy than a Papillon. We found a litter fairly close and went to see them that afternoon. We drove up and down this lane looking for the entrance to the property and saw a huge sign saying "PAPILLON". It was the name of the house opposite the entrance! We chose Dylan without any doubts and when we looked at his papers we saw that he was born on our wedding anniversary! He was completely settled with us from the moment we got him - we had found "our dog" without a shadow of doubt. So.......Fate or coincidence???
I had a cavalier spaniel from puppy who died aged 17. After his death I had a few months break and then looked for a rescue dog. I took on a 1 year old samoyed and it was a complete disaster and after 9 months of struggling and tears finally had to rehome her. After that I decided to remain dog-free, but without a dog I was just working all the time, not getting any exercise and getting stressed and tired. So eventually I reached the conclusion that another dog was inevitable for me to have a balanced life, but I was really wary of making another mistake, and was convinced that "our dog" was out there somewhere, waiting for us. I decided on a Papillon, and looked everywhere for one about a year old. We went to see one, loved the breed but the one for sale was nervous and miserable - not at all the temperament we wanted. I then settled on some to view, but by the time the day came to view, only one was left, and that was a puppy about 3 hours away. I then started to get cold feet about the idea of a Papillon puppy and started looking at Cockapoos, which my daughter had suggested. I felt much more confident about a cockapoo puppy than a Papillon. We found a litter fairly close and went to see them that afternoon. We drove up and down this lane looking for the entrance to the property and saw a huge sign saying "PAPILLON". It was the name of the house opposite the entrance! We chose Dylan without any doubts and when we looked at his papers we saw that he was born on our wedding anniversary! He was completely settled with us from the moment we got him - we had found "our dog" without a shadow of doubt. So.......Fate or coincidence???