Poodle buyer/seller contract

1...Free of serious, life threatening genetic defects for 4 (four) years from dog's date of birth. Health findings must be submitted to seller by a DVM via written statement. Seller reserves the right to have above named dog examined by
a DVM of their own choosing.
This guarantee is for replacement of dog/pup of approximately equal value.
Absolutely NO CASH REFUNDS and NO veterinary costs will be refunded to buyer.

2...Above described dog/pup will have a "good disposition"...meaning, the dog will be teachable, bondable, free of excess timidity, free of excess agression, is not dangerous in nature, as befits the breed. A protective attitude is acceptable and does not necessarily indicate a dangerous nature.
No cash refunds...guarantee is for replacement dog of equal value if deemed necessary.

3...Dog/pup will be free of serious life threatening diseases, at time of purchase and for 72 hours of purchase and possession of dog/pup. Immunizations and wormings will be age appropriate and up to date...health record to accompany new dog/pup.
Exceptions: the following common conditions do not necessarily constitute an unhealthy dog, and are easily treated .
1...yeast in the ears
2...weeping eyes (not red)
3...transient diarrhea and digestive upsets
4...mildly flakey skin
5...mild fecal parasites

4...CALL MRS. O'POODLES BEFORE CONTACTING YOUR VET, IF ANY OF THESE ABOVE CONDITIONS SHOULD OCCUR...or if you have ANY concerns about anything...health issues, training, bonding, feeding, exercising, etc... pertaining to your new pet!
541-474-1833....www.mrsopoodlesandco.com....mrsopoodles@grantspass.com

5...Failure to contact Mrs. O'Poodles, and follow her vitamin, food and treatment, training regimen...voids the above guarantee of good health. and disposition.

Required of the Buyer in order to make the above guarantee valid.
1- OBEDIENCE CLASSES before the dog is 12 months old or within 6 months of date of
possession of said dog.
2-Well puppy/dog check at your local veterinarian within 72 hours of purchase/possession
of said dog to establish a baseline of health.
3- Immunize and vet check -up on a yearly basis.
4-Buyer agrees that dog will be a HOUSEDOG.
5-Buyer agrees to contact seller if dog is to be sold, given away or disposed of in
any way. Seller has first chance to obtain dog at a fair price.
6-Buyer agrees to notify seller of ANY problems with health or disposition of dog,
immediately, in order to help problem solve.

Required of the Seller
1- AKC registration papers or transfer of ownership in a timely manner.
2- Pedigree of dog/puppy purchased, plus video o f dog's relatives if desired.
3- Immunizations and worming up to date and record of dates and any medical
interventions.
4- Access to seller via phone or email or postal service at any time during the
lifetime of said dog.
5- Invitation upon request, to visit seller's Kennel, view dogs and their environment.
Please call for an appointment to visit.
6- If circumstances should force the sale or disposal of said dog, seller would like
first option to but, but not required to do so. Seller will help find a suitable home for
dog if buyer is unable, due to illness, death, or extenuating circumstances.
7- Concern and interest that lasts for the lifetime of the dog.

CASH REWARDS
for titles and certificates earned by O'Shannon Poodles (or Doodles)
UP TO FULL PURCHASE PRICE OF DOG!

INCLUDES:
CDC (Canine Good Citizen) $50

Certified Therapy Dog $50

Agility Titles $100

Obedience Titles $100

Conformation Championships $100
AKC, International, Canadian

Field, Herding, etc. Titles $100

Search and Rescue Certified $100

Service Dog Certified $100

This is a WIN-WIN-WIN deal for all involved, especially the poodle/doodle, who gets to spend a lot of quality time with his master/mistress in training or competition/service.

How Could You?
By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you? -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be
any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room,
or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need
be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to
"just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about
respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move
months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of
love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
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A Note from the Author:
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If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Jim Willis