Introducing Zara

Introducing Zara!

Zara’s story is one of those “meant to be” moments… Even when it didn’t look like it at first.

When I first connected with her breeder, he had reached out about using one of my boys.

And truthfully… I don’t stud certain lines out to poodles. I keep those close to protect what I’ve built. As much as I would’ve loved something from that momma… It wasn’t enough for me to let go of Axle’s line.

So instead, I pointed him in a different direction, a beautiful brown phantom I had my eye on for a really long time.. And it worked out perfectly. They were close, made it happen, and I followed along, because even I was invested in that litter.

When the puppies hit the ground… I saw her.

The most beautiful brown phantom I had ever seen. I reached out immediately. Photos, videos, I was hooked. I wanted her. But breeding doesn’t always go how you want it to.

We had to wait on the stud owner…then the breeder…

And in the end? He decided to keep her. And I was sick over it.

Flights lined up.Carrier ordered. Everything ready…

And she wasn’t coming home with me. So I watched from a distance. Followed her as she grew. And about a year later…I saw her again.

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And I knew instantly, That was MY dog. The same one I couldn’t get the first time. So I didn’t hesitate. I reached out, and of course, everyone wanted her.

But this time?

I moved fast. Transport lined up. Money ready.

“I want that dog.” No hesitation. And just like that…She was mine.

I swear, “right dog, wrong time” always finds its way back to me. I may not have gotten her as a baby… But I got her. And she was worth every second of the wait. Zara is everything I want in my poodles.

Temperament, perfect.Size, perfect. Structure, exactly what I aim for.

She’s one of those dogs you don’t second guess.

And the best part? She’s just getting started.

And even now… she still reminds me what she means to me. Just about a month ago, Zara gave us a scare I won’t ever forget.

She took off on my SIL… and my heart dropped instantly. All I could think was, not her. Not this dog.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the program. Not the plans. Not the future.

Just getting her back home. And that’s when it really hit me… She’s not just a dog I added to my program. She’s MY dog.