the 17th of November 07

THE SEVENTEENTH OF DECEMBER 07My owner had always wanted a boxer dog, so after her old yorkie had passed away she thought she would have a wee look about on the internet to see how much we could get a boxer pup for. The least expensive one was about £500.00, there was no way she could of got that sort of money togetherShe then got intouch with the scottish boxer society about adopting a boxer. A wonderful woman called Joyce came to the house to vet My owner and her son, along with the house/garden of course. And they all passed with flying colours. My Owner was really pleased and started to look forward to adopting a dog.That didnt last long as the woman at the boxer society called my owner up and because of the hours she work, the woman said my owner was unsuitable for being a dog owner. The thing I didnt know was dogs can tell the time, Boxer dogs dont like to be left more than four hours, the hours my owner and son work means that the dog would of been left an extra half hour on its own. And that was only two days a week. She even asked for a dog that could not tell the time but that was not taken very well at all. So that was that. my owner was very disapointment , she had really been getting excited, it was like someone who didnt hace a clue about her or her family had burshed her bubble.Never mind If its for us it wont go passed us she thought to myself. That weekend she was back on line searching with her fingers. She came onto a puppy finding site where you put the breed of dog you want and the price you can afford and up pops a list of all the availible pups in the uk. She hadnt been holding my breath or anything and you wouldnt believe the suprise she got when She saw the advert for three white boxer pups for sale about ten miles away from the house, She sent the woman who was selling the pups a email giving all her details, That night She got a phone call to say the pups were £300,00 and she could go up and have a look to see if she wanted one, Her Son again wasn't too pleased, he didnt fancy a white boxer dog. But they had a chat and desided to go and have a look at the pups anyway.I had two days to surf the net to find about white boxer dogs. I found out that a lot of white boxers were born blind or deaf, well 19% which to her didnt seem a lot really. The kennel club dont recignise boxer dogs because of this. Thats why the pups were going so cheep.The Saturday came sooner that she thought, getting her son out of his bed was a hard job, his face was tripping him, a bit like half a mile of bad road as my old mam would say. It didnt take very long to get to Shotts, she got the directions on the internet and less than half an hour later we were standing outside the Boxer KennelsThe breader took them through to the kitchen to see all the pups, straight away her son picked me as i was pure white on with the brindle eye, the other two were pure white. I followed her finger, and when she clicked her fingers behind my head I turned around straight away. Well I'm not deaf of blind She thought to herself, She have to say anything to her son, he had made up his mind that I was going to be his puppy.My owner gave the breader a deposit and arranged to pick me up on the 17th of November 07, two whole weeks I didnt think I would be able to possible wait that long.My owner then spent the next two weeks on line finding about boxers, buying beds, leads collers food. She was going to be totally orginised for the arrival of myself. She even got me a wee jacket, a green barber no less, The only fight my owners had about me was my name, my owners son had already desided he wanted a brindle boxer who was male and had no tail. Now they were to get a white boxer who was female and had a tail. Now life is funny and sometimes you dont always get what you want, sometimes you get something better.Anyway back to my name, My owner thought of names like Daisy, Lilly Sweetie, Jessie, lodes and lodes of cute girlie names, but her son wouldnt listen to her, Sylar was the only name that he would even consider. Since My Mun was getting her bonnie wee girl she was passed caring what my name was to be.
So my owners son got to choose my name and it was to be Sylar . Something to do with the si-fi programme Heros on the tv.
I have been named after a serial murderer, targeting evolved humans with abilities, but doesn't discriminate against killing anybody who stands in his way.What can I say to that? I supose I will get used to it.