Short version: we got a mini long haired dachshund named Sadie.
She’s from a rescue foster home, about 3½ years old, 8½ pounds and maybe 6 inches tall. I originally designated her a new resident of the household. She’s welcome to be a full-fledge member – she has to get used to 4 cats and I’ll leave that up to her (well, with some help). They need to get used to her, too. I am assuming that the best will happen and things are going well so far.
Of course, I have to get used to a dog in the house again, which is more of an issue than you might imagine for a variety of reasons. And I have never been around let alone had a dog as small as this. She really is a micro-mini long-haired dachshund. Of course, the only word to describe her is adorable.
For the most part she is well-behaved and very smart. A major problem is that she has been abused by possibly more than one person who bear a superficial resemblance to me. Fortunately she adores my wife and has from the first day. Once we get past the fear – and she is already learning that while I may look like the other men I don’t act like them – things will get better.
She is also territorial about my wife’s lap – which has already been claimed by one of our cats, so there are some issues there. That about sums it up: she has issues.
There’s also the fact that she has a condition apparently not uncommon in dachshunds called dry-eye. The people who had her before the rescue pretty much ignored it. Sadie needs eye drops 3 times a day and they never bothered. So she was untreated and in pain with eye infections and couldn’t see half the time – I wonder why she was a bit snappish?
Oh well, I suppose we’ll all live. At times like this I like to quote Ensign Pavel Chekov: “I’ll live, but I won’t enjoy it.” Which is just a joke because eventually everything will be just fine.
You know, I see her, but it is hard to believe that there is a dog this small in the house.
She’s from a rescue foster home, about 3½ years old, 8½ pounds and maybe 6 inches tall. I originally designated her a new resident of the household. She’s welcome to be a full-fledge member – she has to get used to 4 cats and I’ll leave that up to her (well, with some help). They need to get used to her, too. I am assuming that the best will happen and things are going well so far.
Of course, I have to get used to a dog in the house again, which is more of an issue than you might imagine for a variety of reasons. And I have never been around let alone had a dog as small as this. She really is a micro-mini long-haired dachshund. Of course, the only word to describe her is adorable.
For the most part she is well-behaved and very smart. A major problem is that she has been abused by possibly more than one person who bear a superficial resemblance to me. Fortunately she adores my wife and has from the first day. Once we get past the fear – and she is already learning that while I may look like the other men I don’t act like them – things will get better.
She is also territorial about my wife’s lap – which has already been claimed by one of our cats, so there are some issues there. That about sums it up: she has issues.
There’s also the fact that she has a condition apparently not uncommon in dachshunds called dry-eye. The people who had her before the rescue pretty much ignored it. Sadie needs eye drops 3 times a day and they never bothered. So she was untreated and in pain with eye infections and couldn’t see half the time – I wonder why she was a bit snappish?
Oh well, I suppose we’ll all live. At times like this I like to quote Ensign Pavel Chekov: “I’ll live, but I won’t enjoy it.” Which is just a joke because eventually everything will be just fine.
You know, I see her, but it is hard to believe that there is a dog this small in the house.
