We have a new immediate family member. After much thought and flip-flopping back and forth we decided to take the plunge. Into puppy-land.
We've had a dog. I mean, who could forget this? Or this? Man we loved that dog. It's been close to two years since we had to put Odie to sleep because of old age and failing health. Odie was enjoying middle-age life when he came to live with us. And we like middle-aged lazy dogs.
They're the best.
So puppyhood seemed scary. And impractical. But sometimes scary and impractical conjure up the best parts of life.
He's a 15 week-old Red Dapple Dachshund. And I hate to even type it out loud, but he is super, super good. He's crate trained, which means at night and while we are away from home he's in the crate and hasn't had an accident yet. During the day, we've been taking him outside all the time and he hasn't had an accident since the very first morning he was here. (and that could be blamed on three boys who I will refrain from naming.)
He's gentle, and soft, and loves to snuggle...and give kisses.
We found him online and he was fairly close to our area. He was also half the price of most dachshund puppies. Score. And by the time we finally got around to make a decision on adopting him, his price had been reduced even more.
It was meant to be.
Lucy is warming up to him. She may have been a little intimidated since she's been the littlest and cutest in this household for the past two years. It's hard to share. We've reassured her she's still the cutest....except when she's throwing a fit, because then we totally hand that title right over to the puppy.
Welcome to the parsonage family little guy. Don't make me regret you. *wink*