While I waited for my Purple Girl to be old enough to bring home, I frequently called the breeder, who put the phone to my puppy’s ear so she would recognize my voice when I could finally pick her up. Purple Girl wasn’t a real name, so after changing her name to Bianca Rose, I asked the breeder to use her name as frequently as possible.
Weeks felt like years until finally, the long-anticipated day to pick up my Bianca Rose arrived. When I walked into the breeder’s house, only an adult standard poodle approached me. I expected my puppy.
I asked, “Where is my Bianca Rose?”
Creating one of my life’s most impactful moments, little Bianca Rose bounded around the corner, jumped into my arms, and kissed my face all over. The tears I cried, my overwhelming emotions, and a silent realization that everything would be okay flooded me. I knew this was the beginning of a powerful journey.
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