If you’ve read my blog more than once or twice, you probably know how much I’ve wanted a dachshund puppy. I know some are going to say I should get a rescue. I have tried several times when there were dachshunds at the rescue places around here and several hundred others are trying to get them and so far, I have not had much luck going that route. Also, we have Boots, who showed up at our house in Texas. We have Rita, who showed up at our house in Texas. We had Cat, who showed up. All three of these we’ve cared for and loved and we’ve spent tons of money on Rita with her medical issues. Boots is good – but I’m allergic to cats and have to limit the time I spend with him. Rita does not like to be held or loved. Cat stayed in Texas so I kinda feel like I don’t even have a pet of my own.
Vince doesn’t want another mouth to feed but every time he brings up old Speck, despite trying not to cry . . I always cry. I miss him so much and I know there will never be a replacement for Speck. I’m not trying to replace him but dachshunds are the dogs I love. I love their personalities. Speck was the third one I’ve had. Even when I had the first one, that was mean as a snake, he had the most determined, “get it done” personality. Duke was my second one and he was black and tan. Then .. there was Speck.
When Vince and I got married, Chad and I had a chocolate lab and that dog dug holes all over the yard – holes that were big enough to completely swallow the riding mower. He chewed up everything – the corner of Vince’s work bench, the steps going up to the house. I’m surprised Vince didn’t load Chad, Chip and me up and take us back to Louisiana after a few weeks with that dog.
I wanted a dachshund and Vince said “NO! I will never have a dog in the house.” We were fairly newlyweds so I didn’t push the issue but you have to realize for me, ‘not pushing the issue’ probably means I still asked every day if he had changed his mind about a dachshund. I might have given up after a few years and one day, out of the clear blue, Vince came home from work and said “Do you still want a dachshund?” He had seen an ad for puppies up in the next county so we loaded up the van, drove up there and got us a dachshund. There were three puppies and Vince picked Speck. You know how the rest of that story went.
He keeps telling me . . we’ll get one, but I’m not ready yet. Over the weekend, I was looking at dachshunds online and found one that might have worked for us. We discussed it and he again said “NO! I’m not ready for another dog.” I told him . . I don’t want to get an older dog. I want one I can train from day 1 to be the way I want it to be (like it’s really possible to train a dachshund!). I also said “We aren’t getting any younger. If we’re going to get a puppy, we need to get it sooner rather than later.”
This morning, as soon as I got up, Vince said “I talked to the lady online that had the dachshund and we’re getting it. You need to get with her and give her the deposit.” WHAT??
The transaction didn’t go so smoothly but Vince told me . . go ahead and see if you can find one online and we’ll get it. I found one!
There was a solid red one, a piebald and a black/tan one. Vince liked this piebald one the best. I like that he has white toenails so I don’t have to worry when I clip his nails. I figured since Vince agreed, he could get the color he likes so . . this little piebald will be coming to our house sometime this week . . a lot depends on the weather.
I’m so excited .. but you already know that since you know how much I’ve wanted a dachshund puppy.
Any name suggestions?