I didn't used to be a dog person. I grew up with a black lab/german sheppard mix, but never really bonded with him much. I married a woman who loved poodles, but she knew I really didn't like them much. When she heard me say that I always thought weiner dogs were neat, we suddenly found ourselves at a breeder (her sister was getting one at the time), and I found myself holding Brandy, who was only 6 weeks old at the time. I couldn't put her down, and viola, we had a puppy. My wife says it was all me that I wouldn't put Brandy down, but I suspect maybe that was the plan all along. Either way, I'm happy with the outcome, as we now have two of the cutest pups on earth:
Both are miniature Dachshunds. Brandy is the red at the bottom of this picture, Charlie is the black-and-tan above. She's about 4 1/2 and he's about 3 now. We got Charlie as Brandy was being kenneled as we were at work all the time (I was still an Army officer back then) and we wanted a buddy for her. They're great little pups, needing constant attention like Dachshunds usually do, but they're so darned cute and sweet it's hard to say no to them. My wife and I spoil them horribly. I used to make fun of people who thought of dogs as their "kids," but now I'm he worst of them all. Charlie especially has bonded with me, and loves to have me throw a racquetball for him. He'll play like this for hours if I go along, and will always bring it back, usually either dropping it in my hand or nudging it over to my hand from across the room (I've been trying to figure out how to make a living off of him for his skills, so far with no success). I'd love to take one of them to airshows or displays with my WW2 Jeep (using a carbine sling and wrist compas strap as a leash), but they'd just dominate all my time at a show. They'd probably bark at everything that made any kind of noise (like any airplane or one of my group's WW2 trucks or Jeeps for example). Brandy has some sort of thing for flying things. She loves watching airplanes and birds. We used to live up against the Olympia, WA airport and she'd bark everytime a warbird came over, which happened often in the summertime.
Scott WRG Editor wrote:
this is Scooter, he lives with my parents in Florida until I get a place that allows dogs.
Scott,
I often call my two dogs my "Scooter pups," as it seems to suit them.
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