Shelby has been busting my chops to get another dog. I'm not going to lie, I was not thrilled by the idea at all. I have enough to feed/clean/care for and I'm really not down for taking on any more mess. But, we all know I'm a total sucker when it comes to animals and protesting was pretty much futile. So Shelby stalked the yard sale site for some time trying to find a small dog that would be just right. We didn't want a puppy (I'm done potty training for a while!) and needed something small and less maniac than boxers. (Don't get me wrong, I ADORE boxers and we'll own them again, but right now we don't have enough hours in a day to wear out a boxer.) Shelby found a diamond in the rough with Frankie. He came from a family that had recently moved to Germany and is living on the fourth floor of stairwell housing on base. That means no elevator, lots of stairs, pain in the butt. The couple had two dachshunds, one older and one younger, and the older one was ok with a walk to potty and no yard. Frankie, the younger one, was not taking well to no yard. Base rules also say your dog must be on the least at all times and there is no where on base for the dogs to run off leash. So poor Frankie was just not getting his exercise and wasn't loving it here.
We found Frankie while Colin was in the hospital recovering from surgery. When we were discharged we drove up to visit with Frankie and see if he was a good fit. When we met Frankie he was super sweet and he and Colin hit it right off. Frankie is so calm and gentle and loves playing with Colin. He's well behaved and house trained, he worked out perfectly. He's an Isabella Dapple Dachshund, he has a very pretty greyish spotty coat and he doesn't shed much at all. He's a little snuggler and each night he takes his blanket to his bed and rolls himself up like a burrito.
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