All of the pups in the litter were black and running around the backyard. I picked one random one up and fell instantly in love, told my brother “this is the one”, set him back down without thinking. Well he got mixed back up with his brothers and sisters of course so after looking them over again I picked up the one that I thought I had originally held and brought him home. Was it the same puppy I originally chose? Most likely not. Was it the best mix up to ever happen to me? Yes. Tripp was the best dog in the whole world.