From the moment I first saw Stella I thought that her eyes looked extra squinty. She was the puppy who ran to us and cuddled while all hell was broke loose on the farm: her grandmother howling, a goat was bahhh'ed (I swear I heard it), her sisters were clumsily exploring, finally free from their crate, and one notoriously pranky Chocolate pup, was biting crotches. As I pried this one away from us, Stella stayed close by, quickly falling asleep in Travis' arms. she was the obvious choice. So after the breeder showed us her credentials, gave us records certifying the puppies' parents were healthy, we were convinced. Stella was the obvious choice, we had picked our pup. Here is Stella on one of her first days home. You can tell her eyes are runny even then. Our non-pet-friendly apartment lease was ending, we had no idea where we'd go, and only two months time before Stella was due home. I had no house to bring her home to, but I felt assured k...