Acquired: Breeder (professional)
Training: Previous owner
Posted November 29, 2013
I had the pleasure of receiving a tan, short haired, male dachshund on my 15th birthday. Upon picking him up from the breeder we bought him from my parents advised me that he was solely my responsibility. If I only knew what I was getting myself into. My first week of dog ownership was filled with joy and love, but then came reality. This little guy not only depended on me to fulfill his basic needs of food, water, and shelter, but if this experience was going to be enjoyable I needed to learn how to properly care for him. I came to find out over the next couple of weeks that my long bundle of joy was pretty rebellious. Trying to train him to do anything was a nightmare. He had no problem at all expressing his discontent with commands that he was given. His bark was so long that we named him Ray Charles because it sounded as if he was singing. Don't get me wrong, he was as sweet as could be, well, with me anyway. He was not too fond of strangers at all and I believe that he would be lonely while I was away at school. It never failed for me to come home with him burrowed under my blankets with my stuffed animals. We had many fun days together as we both grew older. He required a lot of exercise and I was all too happy to indulge him. He thoroughly enjoyed chasing a tennis ball around outside and looking for hidden treats in the yard. I wasn't really able to have him out around my younger sibling's friends as he was not very tolerant of their overly playful ways. Luckily he didn't suffer from any of the health problems that dachshund's are sometimes prone to. His coat was very short and soft so there wasn't really much I had to do to maintain it. Over the years I grew an understanding of his good humored nature. Although he never really did what I told him to, he always did just what I needed him to do. We we're the best of friends until I went away to college and he stayed with my parents, but I still see him every time I go home and he always manages to greet my ankles with a warm lick, or two.