History

We were four months old and past our use-by date when we were found. Apparently, our breed was too unknown for most people to take a chance on. Even shuffling us across town and repeatedly knocking down our sale price hadn't found a buyer. Now we were "too old" and "not cute enough" for the regular puppy buying public.

It was late night shopping, and Min and Steve had driven across town to have dinner with Uncle Ned and his humans. Uncle Ned wanted a new Kong, so they dropped in to our pet store.

We were in our glass box playing and trying to get attention from the shoppers when they saw us, but Steve set a determined course for the Kong section, knowing that being near pet store puppies provokes ranting and sorrow from them both. However, Min was curious when she overheard the assistant mention Chinese Cresteds, as they're fairly uncommon around here, and so she snuck around to take a peek. She was upset to see that our tiny faces were discoloured and covered in both dried and runny muck, with the skin very irritated and our eyes gunky.

Swift negotiations followed between Min and Steve. They then started questioning the animal attendant, as Min was worried about our future given our condition and age. After some firm pressure the attendant admitted that our appointment with the Big Green Needle had been set for the next day. She was so eager to help us avoid it that she stayed past closing to make sure we were released immediately and legally to our humans, and included as much paperwork and information about our history as she could. This meant that Min and Steve could prepare and plan for our future by looking at what had happened to us in the past, and it has been invaluable. We thank the kind pet store assistant every day.

Ned didn't get his Kong that night, and none of the humans got a hot dinner. But we got the home we'd been looking for.