The Story of Me, Puddles

Well ya sees, it all started withs My Girl...her longed fur a puppy of her very own...hers wanted a little girl puppy. So, Mr. Dad being da sucker dat he is gave into her wishes…afters a gazillion conversations explaining what would bes expected of hers, explaining da care and work of a puppy, and blah, blah, blah. Then of course, mum had to put her two cents in and said da new doggie hads to be a rescue. There was nevers any talk bout what breed of puppy cuz that was just a given and not open fur discussion, a dachshund it had to be.
Once everything was sealed and dealed withs Mr. Dad they began da search through rescues and shelters. As my luck would haves it a lot of places wouldn’t adopt out to a family with a small child, another dog, or they be living outside da rescue radius and yada yada. They searched far and wide at shelters with no doxies to be found (mum is a little breed bias). So it was withs a heavy heart mom relinquished da plan of a rescue and called da breeder where Albert came from. And guess what? Okays, I tell ya. Mr. Breeder informed mum he had ONE female puppy left. That’s right, I was da last of my litter mates to go home. Go figure. I just haves no idea why no buddy wanted me. Maybe it was da evil eye I already possessed as a wee one. Oh well, who cares, I’m glad it worked out da way it did.

Okays, ya'll still withs me? Ya'll wakes up, I'm in da middle of my story. Okays, dat betters. I continue nows.

So anyways, Mr. Breeder told me I would be going off to lives withs a little hooman girl. Oh yea, jack pot! My new girl and mum showed up almost on time. Yep, purty obvious da new mum don't haves a knack fur directions....ha, and they wanted a doxie girl. (Rule #1: if you can't follow directions, don't get a doxie girl Puddles) So they finally gets to meet me and they starts all dis squeeling and carrying on bouts my sweetness, and my cuteness, and my littleness. But then, lawd help me, mum sits down withs Mr. Breeder and they start talking, and talking, and talking. It was very boring, mind you. They all be talking bouts shots, AKC papers, and pedigree charts, things I could cares less bouts. Finally, I'm like," Hey, new mum; can we be going nows? I wants to go check out my new crib". Yea, dat finally gots her rolling and I said adios to Mr. Breeder. And dat my furiends is da furst step in training your hoomans...lets them know who da boss is.

Once I got to my new castle home I met Brudder Albert fur da furst time. He was sooooo skeered of me, I don’t thinks he really knew what I was though. I only weighed bout 2 pounds and didn’t haves much hairs either. I was kinda bald on da top. He kepts running away from me and would crawl up in mum’s lap (dork). So anyways, that’s my story and I haves been purty thankful to comes lives withs my peoples and to haves my very own hooman girl, a brudder and now a sissy. I lives a good life.

Until next time....

Peace Out,

Puddles

Albert's story

Pees: Whitney's story will be posted on Thanksgiving Day