The little fur ball went zooming past us. He was not interested in any such human nonsense. More than skeptical after our first encounter with our soon-to-be puppy, my husband and I couldn’t help but think: What was this breed and what did we get ourselves into? Those “top 10 reasons not to get a toller” were becoming a serious reality.
Having little time, yet longing for pup, we didn’t care. Enter Wile E. Coyote, a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever. Our world – as we knew it – was over, including our newly rented townhome (and later shredded carpets). This red tornado demanded our attention, yet would not give us the time of day when we sought his. And then with the toss of a frisbee, we became inseparable.
Funny thing, he taught us we needed a second and… (gasp!) third toller sibling! Enter Tasmanian Devil and our newest female edition, sassy Daffy. Needless to say, the camera has not seen a speckle of dust since that day we first met Wile E.
