How do I even begin? Pretty much, I ignored Bryse's attempt to talk to me through an Instagram message for about a year (later I would realize how lucky I was he attempted to talk to me). After I felt badly enough for keeping him at bay, I reached out to him in hopes of finding a Springer Spaniel breeder. As it just so happens, he knew a guy that bred Springer Spaniels! I called Bryse, (which was weird because I had ignored his attempt to talk to me through instagram but now out of the blue was calling him on the phone) and twenty questioned him about the breeder, the dogs, etc. in which he probably thought I was crazy afterwards. Even still, he kept his interest (thank goodness)! Once I picked up Sampson and got home with him, I called to thank Bryse for his help. He worked his way right into a date with smooth perfection; "Since I found you the puppy you wanted, what are the chances I could meet him and get a date with you?" I should've known from that line that he was going to be trouble, but I really couldn't say no. Talk about being swept off your feet. We took Sampson, my Springer Spaniel, to Riverwalk and after that, the rest is history. I've been loving Bryse ever since.