Sadly, I am not getting the pup. The tale is long and uninteresting, but the short version is that with regard to her breeder, I've reached a critical mass of distrust. It peaked two nights ago when she told me I couldn't have the pup I wanted, but I could have this other, better pup desperately wanted by a sweet little old couple from Kansas City. I said no. Miraculously, my pup became available again. I said no again.
Look, kids, it's John's First Law in action! ("If you willingly associate with someone of established poor character, you deserve what happens next.") Any time I go against this personal prime directive, I live to regret it.
Next.