I got an email from a perhaps well intentioned man today that warned me NOT to buy the littermates I had posted on my blog- or any littermates for that matter. My gut reaction was simple. To ignore his warning.
Because, after all, I've had my own experience with littermates. Of course it wasn't easy. There was at least twice as much craziness as having just one puppy. But there was at least twice as much love too. I think my girls lived to be 15 partly because their deep friendship and love for one another kept them healthy.
When I found them so many years ago, there was no Google. If someone had given me a similar warning then, I wouldn't have Googled it. But it's 2011. And by now, it's instinctive. So I went against my gut, and went to my computer instead of ignoring the advice.
I Googled "raising littermates". And just like when I've researched medical conditions and other things I know better than to research, I got scared. Over and over I read how trying to raise two puppies at once is a great big mistake. If raised together, the puppies will never bond with the humans in their family. And the dogs will turn aggressive. Blah, blah, blah.
But then I took a deep breath.
We've done this before. My girls didn't have an aggressive bone in their sweet little bodies. And we all certainly bonded, as I have never bonded with pets ever before in my life.
I'm going into this with my eyes wide open. I'll do everything I know how to do to make both of my new puppies grow up to be the best dogs they can be. Fermin and I will make sure they know we're the pack leaders. They'll get their one on one time, but also their time together. There's plenty of love, time and patience to go around.
So please, no more unsolicited advice telling me I'm making a big mistake. We've got this one-- I mean these two!!