[All Photos - The Grower's Daughter]
It's a well known fact that anyone who frequents auctions will, eventually, come home with a find that they most definitely didn't need, or perhaps even want, but somehow, ended up purchasing. For some of us, it's an awful modern painting that was bought with the hope of beginning a collection of artwork, and will, for years to come, remain collecting dust in our attic. For others, perhaps we purchased a massive lot of something which seemed like a steal at the time, but is quickly looking like it may be given out next year at Halloween.
For me it was neither a painting, nor a lot of unnecessary items.
Meet Oliver.
This handsome Miniature Schnauzer is 5 months old and possibly the last thing I needed to come home with. But, somehow, I stumbled across him and was instantly attached.
I wasn't as smitten with his more dominant brother, who wanted to be the center of attention, nor was I as taken by his mischievous brother who cared only for digging and chewing his way out of their crate. There was, however, something about this runt of the litter who was curled up in a ball, sleeping in the corner, who quietly came over to be pet and sat contently, that stole my heart. After a few calls to my unsuspecting husband, he was ours.
I really don't know what I was thinking, but somehow, I missed most of the furniture, skipped the implements and really couldn't have been happier with my find. Luckily, I purchased a small lot of ironstone (rare for a sale of this sort), which was up on the block before I met him. It turned out the be a successful day after all!
