Hours passed and there was no response from the man coming to take him. The next morning I walked over to ask if I could enter the other little guy I was going to be taking home in the show to get feed back on him from a judge when she looked at me with a big smile on her face and said something that I couldn't quite get my brain to understand. Staring at her blankly, she repeated with an even bigger smile, "He's yours" I know my eyes must have gotten so large from hearing those words. All I could respond was, "REALLY?" she gave me a big hug and reaffirmed that he was indeed MINE.
That is the story of how I came to get Otis, my new little French Lop buck.