Well, I took the plunge and opted for a puppy. Here's how it happened...
I put out an all points bulletin to various breeders in my vicinity. Most said that they did not have any older puppies or young adults but good luck with that anyway.
One site I'd forgotten about asked you to input your postal code (Canadian version of zip code). This site listed breeders within your postal code area. A very kind lady from New York state got back to me. I hadn't considered adopting a 'foreign' dog but she was so nice and her kennel was a pleasant 2 hours drive from my home in Southern Ontario. I had to investigate.
Here's the situation. About 15 years ago her son with special needs needed an occupation and they found that he was excellent with dogs. They began breeding for non profit. They have only a few litters a year, just to keep Daniel gainfully occupied and so they charge only what they need to keep their breeders in food and vet bills and other essentials. She had one male puppy left out of 8 and she'd had only 7 people on her list for possible owners. Hence he was left.
When I arrived with my friend, we found a typical breeder's house- crates in the kitchen, covers on the furniture and from past experience, this is the sign of a true breeder's home.
We met both mom and dad dog ( he was a handsome devil) and a few other pups. This little guy was so calm you'd think he was a cat! No shivering, shaking, strange behaviours toward us.
It was love at first sight.
We brought him over the border but not without some questions as to why his price was so reasonable. The customs officers called the breeder to confirm that all was legit. This was a bit nerve wracking. But we cleared customs and off we went home.
What a great decision this was but boy, am I tired!
So far, he remains calm and curious. He's crate trained and outside trained. What a relief. We now have the long road ahead of us for training.
Here's an early picture.