I was nine years old when my parents said we could get a dog.
And I had my heart set on a dachshund. Something about those stubborn, personality filled dogs just captured my heart. Maybe it was because they are so long and so low to the ground. I knew, even at a young age, that I wasn’t a big dog person. I was definitely on the little dog side.
My first dog’s name was Frieda, who I totally named after a fish on an episode of Full House – I was nine, who has good reason when you’re that age?! – and I was so excited.
Through the years, dachshunds have always been the family dog, and currently, my parents have doxies, Little Frieda (that’s another story) and Walter (who peed on my wedding dress) and I love them to pieces. Those crazy dogs. But sadly, I only get to see them when I go to California.
However, for the last few months, I’ve been playing around with the idea of finally getting a dog, here in Texas. Cent gave me the green light saying, “You can get one whenever you want.” Dear Husband, thank you! And I started looking for a doxie. I found the Dachshund Lovers of Texas through Petfinder.com and started doing research. Then, a few weeks ago, this little guy popped up as available.
I knew it was time to apply. Since it is a rescue group, they make sure that all the dogs are healthy and well to be adopted. All future homes for these guys are fully vetted and make sure that the doxies will go to a good loving home, which I love. They don’t just place them with anyone.
Today I received the call that we get to meet him and possibly adopt him. I’m so excited!!
I’ll let you know what happens!
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