Cavapoo Puppy Ruby Boy | Porch Dog | Beach Dog | All Around Extra-Good Dog | 14 - 16 Pounds

My good dog Hastings is sitting on my lap this morning as I finish posting the last of the puppies. He wandered into what we affectionately call the cabin, our favorite space in the whole house. A converted porch, transformed with the addition of floor-to-ceiling windows and a fireplace, a vaulted ceiling with old wood rafters, suddenly took on the aspect of a cabin in the woods. 

We live out here. I carry my laptop out and sit at the long white pine table, and gaze across the hills to the Sapphire Blue Lake across the road. And with my own good dog sitting in my lap, I ponder all those people out there who also need a dog of their own. And I look into little Tater’s eyes, and I see his earnest, wondering expression. And of course, then, I have to wonder if he is wondering what his forever family is going to be like. 

Does he hope there are little kids to cart him around in a wagon with a doggy visor on his forehead? Or a lonely man in Manhattan who works from home on the 10th floor of some city apartment building, who has been trying to convince himself for years that he needs someone to talk to.

Tater wouldn't mind just about any scenario as long as there were loving hearts and open arms, and yes, perhaps somebody's nice cozy lap waiting for him to curl up on with a sigh and make himself at home. It's what I do. It's what I've done for literally decades, and I never get over the wonder of each small puppy life and the potential for so much happiness delivered in a furry little redheaded package just waiting to weave himself into the fabric of his family’s life.

And so I look into his eyes in each of his pictures. Thoughtful in one, puzzled in another, with a glimmer of mischief peeking through, wondering what that shiny big camera might be and if he might be allowed to taste some of those yummy-looking prop thingies. Oh, but I do digress, as you are all well aware of my ability to do!

He's a fabulous puppy: sweet teddybear face, and a riot of allergy-friendly curls. Perhaps a pinch less fancy than some of the splashy tuxedo-designed siblings in his litter, no high fancy boots on this little guy, but maybe a bit more budget-friendly for that tiny lack of chrome, and who knows, maybe he’s actually the pick of the litter after all with his most loving and loyal heart?