
Before you go thinking the same... I hadn't had a puppy since I was really young and I took the breeder for her word. I assumed she would know the difference. My boyfriend (at the time) and I called to request the boy from the two puppies that were born. We told her we were from Slippery Rock and we would come the next day. When we showed up it was pouring rain.
She said, "You're here for the girl."
Me: "No, we're from Slippery Rock and we're here for the boy."
Breeder: "Ok, wait here. I'll go get him."
Noticing that she was lacking something I said, "this is the boy?"
Breeder: "Yep, that's the boy."
Me: "THIS is the boy?"
She looked at me funny and said yes.
So, without skipping a beat, I hugged her while Jeremiah paid her. We didn't request to see the mother/father or get her "papers". At the time, it didn't matter. Reflecting back, I wish I could have seen her mother. I'm sure Porter looks and acts just like her. Her expressive face, her strong will and attitude. I assume that one of the two had shorter hair and one was more scruffy. Porter has thick coarse hair, but is more smooth than the longer haired JRTs. The first visit to the Vet was a total trip. She was of course scared... I was in shock after the initial conversation:
Vet: "So have you thought about getting her spayed?"
Me: "HER?" "The breeder told us it was a boy."
Vet: "Not unless Porter has had a sex change in the last 5 minutes."
Wow, that was embarrassing...
This was the summer between my junior and senior years at Slippery Rock University. My boyfriend transferred to a college in Maine and Porter went to live with my parents. They had two older dogs and my mom was home all day, every day. I ended up losing the boyfriend by the end of the Spring semester, but kept Porter in the "divorce". There was no way I could let him take her. She liked me better anyway ;)