There are moments in life when everything changes in a matter of seconds.
Without warning. Without really being able to explain it.
For me… it all began with a simple ad.
I was quietly looking through pug listings when one photo caught my attention. At first, it was not even Harley. It was his little sister. Her name was Poutine.
I thought she was adorable, so I contacted the owner, a private breeder in the Montreal area, to ask a few questions.
During our conversation, he asked me one simple question.
absolument
une femelle?
I told him no. That was when he mentioned a little male from the same litter. His name was Monsieur.
A few seconds later, I received his photo.
I froze. There was something in his eyes. I still cannot explain why, but at that exact moment, I forgot all about Poutine.
I already knew he was the one.
I had completely fallen for that little male, but I decided to keep it a secret. I wanted to give Joryce an unforgettable surprise.
I kept the secret for several days. Until the night before we were supposed to pick him up — then I gave in. I could not keep it to myself any longer.
I told him the news and showed him the photo. His reaction? “No way!” Then he walked away in tears.
I did not reserve either puppy. Instead, I asked the owner to keep both available — Poutine and the little male — so Joryce could make the choice himself. After all, it was his gift.
I had just made a decision that would change our lives.
Chapter 4
The Snowstorm That Led Us to Harley
A snowstorm, a desire stronger than anything, and the road toward the puppy who would become Harley.