A Dog Story

Growing up my family had three dachshunds. Kandi, the mom, and two of her puppies, Chocolate and Pal. Chocolate was officially “my dog” as much as a child can have their own pet. I loved her dearly. I still do, I carry her id tag on my keychain — a little pink heart with my old home phone number on the back. I remember all three of them being happy, loyal, and fun.

Over the years, my family switched from a dachshund only family to terriers (Fox, Jack Russell, and Boston).

When I turned 24 I decided it was time for a dog of my own and I wanted nothing more than my very own dachshund. And so began the long process of applications and online searches. Adopt don’t shop is a motto I live by in my dog loving life so I contacted ever rescue that had a dachshund available, even a great dane rescue.

References got called, interviews happened. At the end of the day though, I went through AdoptAPet.com and met with a nice young couple who were rehoming their nine year old dachshund, Copper.

Last Friday I went with a friend to Buc-ee’s (a Texas staple) half way between Austin and San Antonio to meet my potential new dog. I won’t say it was love at first sight; I was more nervous than anything else. But after a nice chat and some belly rubs we decided I would take Copper home for a trial run.

Four days later I decided to commit, he wasn’t the perfect dog, he’s reactive on walks and hates my grandfather (didn’t know that until today), I could see a lovely potential in our bond. Plus he’s very cute!

He’s a senior so I’m not going to have forever with him but that makes the time we will have more important. I want him to enjoy the second half of his life. He’s spry and playful and I can’t wait to train him to be the best pup around.

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Oh and his name is now Relish, don’t worry I researched and it’s not cruel to rename an old dog.