Two female Bernese Mountain Dogs were bred in Grass Valley at Swiss Star Farms. I know this because I call the breeder, Bobbie Hefner, at least once a month:
“Hello?” Bobbie answers.
“Is anybody pregnant yet?” I am so desperate now, that I have dropped all small talk. I know it’s rude, but I just can’t stand this unknowingness! **
“Both girls have been bred, but it’s too soon to know if they are pregnant, or not.” she tells me.
NOT!? That possibility hadn’t occurred to me. I shoved it out of my mind to consider (and worry about) later.
“Oh…” I no longer mask my disappointment.
“I’ll let you know as soon as I know anything,” she tries to console me, but it doesn’t help. My mental state is swiftly devolving around this issue, and I feel 3-years old. I have to consciously force myself to not stomp my foot and scream, “Where is my puppy!?”
When I get off the phone, I pout. I waited over 2-years for a puppy because we were packing, selling our old house & moving into our new house. Then I had to wait until we went on an Alaskan Cruise. Hubby has no more excuses now, and it has been over 4-years since I have had a dog. FOUR YEARS! Patience is no longer a virtue – it’s GONE.
Then, I remember that I am home alone. Hubby is out doing his thing. By the time he gets home, I am still dog-less, and my foot hurts.
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** unknowingness [un . NO . ing . ness], adverb. “The agonizing period while you are waiting to know something, and you have no control over finding the answer.
– From the Dictionary of Words That Should Exist