It all started on May 22, 2009. I was brought into this world, born in Philadelphia, PA. I don't remember much about the first several weeks of my life, however I do distinctly remember a very special day in July. I was about 9 weeks old and living with my birth mother and the family who bred me and a young couple came to visit. I couldn't see them at first, because they were in the kitchen with my two medium-haired brothers, and I was back in another part of the house. The couple said that my brothers were adorable, but the lady insisted that she wanted a short-haired dachshund. My breeder said she did have one more dog from our little, but that her friend had already claimed him. He, she said, was a good-looking short-haired dachshund. The lady sounded very interested, so my breeder said that if they could pay for me that day, they could have me. She went into the back and brought me out to meet the young couple. The lady, who soon became my mommy, took one look at me and decided she wanted to take me home. The man was a little more hesitant; he said he wasn't sure about me because I didn't seem too playful. Long story short, the lady got her way, and on August 4, 2009, I came home with my new family.
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| Me and my mommy after my first bath. |
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| I will show you how playful I am! |
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