I had one on the other end of the spectrum...I was at a field trial & happened to mention to a guy that I'd just bred a pair of my pointers. I'd seen the guy around at different trials now & then, but didn't really know him, although he knew Dad fairly well.Sorry Pyxissame song and dance when I was selling puppies
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Sixty-three days later, out of the blue, the guy shows up in front of my house, but I didn't recognize him. First thing he says is "You don't look right". I'm working nights, so have backward sleeping hours, and here's some clown in my front yard, uninvited, waking me up & telling me I don't look right! So, after I'd asked him, admittedly a bit put out by his question, just how I was supposed to look at my own front door, in the middle of what for me was the night, he says he'd only ever seen me in heavy cold-weather clothes with a gun on my hip, not in hastily thrown on jeans & barefoot.
Turns out he'd lost his dog, and was looking to replace it, & the lines I'd bred were just what he was looking for to get back into trials with. He'd made a note of when the pups were due, & somehow, I guess from Dad, he'd gotten my address & had come up to pick out a pup.