Greetings dear friends!I am here today to tell you all about my coming home story. Since we have three dogs to post we decided to start early so the posts wouldn't be so long for you all to read. Before I begin I would like to thank Miss Minna Krebs for hosting the adoption stories for Thanksgiving.
The year was 2002, July 2002 to be exact and mother and father were expecting a little girl in October. The parents were very recently married (10 months). Upon mother’s entrance into the institute of marriage she had to leave behind her beloved dachshund Clyde. It was difficult for her to do so but she knew it would be in his best interest for him not to move to a new territory.
Mother decided she needed another dachshund in her life because; basically she couldn’t function without one. She also did not think it was imaginable to have a child come into the world without a dog. Mother brought it to father’s attention that the new child should have the chance to grow up with a dog in order to instill love and respect for animals at an early age. Mother felt like those were qualities every child should have. Father agreed to a new canine member of the household with a few rules. The first rule was that the new puppy would be crate trained and of course, house trained.
When father agreed to the acceptance over the phone since he was on a business trip, of a new member mother immediately called the breeder from where Clyde came from who was also a vet. (This was a time when rescues were not really heard of around here.) It was fortunate for me that he had no available dachshunds but gave her the number of another breeder. She quickly called this breeder and he had puppies that were ready to go home.
Mother drove out to the breeders home to take a look at the puppies and there I was. She spotted me and a smooth red hair. Well, mother wanted a long hair since she had never had one before. But, she knew she couldn’t just get a long hair because she simply wanted one. She was more concerned about personality and temperament. I knew this was going to be the family for me so I made it known to her that I was meant for them. The moment mother held me she knew it too and it was love at that instant. But, she put me back in my kennel and told the breeder she would have to go home and contemplate the situation.
Mother went home to call father and tell him she had found the puppy for them. Father agreed and gave mother the go ahead to pick me up. Mother made the call to the breeder informing him that she would be picking me up.
Oh and if you were wondering, the crate training lasted all of one night. I have been in the big bed ever since. And the little girl was born 8 weeks after my arrival. Mother assumed she would have more time with me before the girl was born but she decided to make her entrance into the world 6 weeks ahead of schedule.
My first birthday
Thank you for joing me today,
Pees: Whitney's story will be posted on Thanksgiving Day