I searched Craigslist, the entire eastern seaboard and much of the Midwest , for a puppy to no avail. It wasn’t until my early morning, not enough coffee, attempt in which I misspelled Dachshund and found a female puppy about 40 miles down the road in Kentucky at a price I was willing to pay.
She’s a beauty. I had thought I wanted a red, smooth hair Dachshund. What I have is a coal black, smooth hair Dachshund. She’s black velvet and midnight giggles. She’s just perfect.
I am so happy.
And so is Phoebe. So far Emmylou (she’s a blue, Kentucky girl) has played with Phoebe’s toys, eaten Phoebe’s food, monopolized Phoebe’s mom and pretty much made herself at home. Phoebe is all smiles. I suspected she needed a playmate and I was right.
Dachshunds are special creatures. Nothing snuggles like a Dachshund. And they make these cute little sounds and they’re just so damn cute. I very much have a case of puppy love.