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We've been looking for a tiny, tiny chihuahua for the husband's birthday for a long time. Just haven't found the right one (this explains the Lhaso and the standard poodle, in a bizarre sort of way). I have not been too enthusiastic about a little scrawny dog, but I finally figured he was not going to forget the idea - it's been six years. Sooooo, since yesterday was his birthday and since Jeb (our baby) was killed almost a year ago and the chiweenie died we are almost dogless it was time to get him the dog he'd been wanting. He made some phone calls from ads in the paper - most of the people wanted to "meet" us with the puppies. We learned that lesson the hard way - a dog that poops in his kennel just won't be potty trained. So, if the parents weren't on the premises and we couldn't see the premises we're out. He called a man (I use that term loosely) who claimed to be a chihuahua whisperer who had 17 puppies for sale, yadayada. We kinda figured he was full of **** but sometimes serious dog breeders are. We headed off on Friday afternoon and went almost to Guntersville to see all these puppies he kept in his attic.

Ya'll, I couldn't decide whether to laugh my ass off or report him to Bryce's. He stopped us when we started up on the porch and had us stand in the cold for a good ten minutes while he demonstrated his "dog training skills" on an Australian shepherd - which didn't do any of the commands he gave him. So he kept trying and trying. Then he insinuated that the two small chihuahua puppies he had in his hands were the parents of the dogs for sale. Well, they WERE small. So we went upstairs to a room full of puppies in baby playpens where we were told to sit on a sofa (did I mention the whole house was very sparsely furnished?) while he brought out these little bitty puppies to show us - from a distance of about ten feet. We weren't allowed to look into any of the pens or examine the dogs. He also brought out this little tiny PUPPY which he claimed held the Guiness World Record of tiniest dog in the world - it was priceless. The thing looked like it was maybe 2 months old. (I just looked up the record - it's a long haired chihuahua named Booboo owned by a WOMAN in Kentucky!) The husband interrupted his sales spiel and said, "look, we don't need a sales pitch, we just want to buy a dog". The guy was adamant about showing off his dog whisperer skills. The husband just got me by the hand, pulled me off the sofa and told the guy, "You are just too weird!" And we left.

We found an adorable teensy weensy puppy from a reputable breeder who told us this guy has sold dogs to people who later come to her for puppies - he's buying these dogs from flea markets, individuals, etc. and selling them as young as 2 weeks old. Apparently she's sold dogs to people who have lost the puppies they bought from him within days because they didn't even have teeth.

We did notice there were NO adult dogs to be seen around the place. I have no idea who to report him to, but apparently there's some serious mental health issues going on there.
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One of my buddies from the Shoals forum got him for her mother. He, too, came from a home that kept him locked in the bathroom all the time. They weren't in the puppy selling business - someone gave him to her mother who was old and stroked out about a month after she got him. The daughter hates dogs - so Bobby/Rufus/whatever his name is now was a rescue (by me) and by my forum girl. I can't stand to see 'em dropped, stuck in a box, or not fed.

PUF, I'm not sure it's abuse (well, in MY opinon it's abuse) but it's ugly.

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