Anyone who has known me or my family for any length of time, or who lived in our neighborhood, knows that we had a great family dog named Seymour for 15 years or so.  He was a delight.  A good dog through and through with one brown eye and one blue, and we loved him.  

We haven’t wanted another dog for a variety of reasons but I started really wanting a dog a few months ago.  Hubs was not as convinced as, well, we had a lot of freedom, he said.  We can just go whenever we want.  I bought that for a long time.  Until I realized we never just go somewhere, anywhere.  We just stay.  

I spend a lot of time on my own and decided a small dog is just what I wanted.  One that will ride in the car when we do “just go”, and one that will love the grandkids and not bark, and not make a mess, and won’t shed so much.  In other words, the perfect dog. 

Needless to say, its been a struggle.  I have found a couple dogs that were close but either too expensive, too old, too big, or, in more than one case, too sick.  But, I kept looking.  

I found my dog! I have a friend who posted on facebook that she had a friend looking for a good home for her small, young, polite and adorable yorkie dachshund mix.  Oh my word.  She is so sweet, so well behaved, so pretty.  She’s my dog! 

I picked her up today from her heartbroken owner.  The owner just felt giving her up was in the best interest of the dog.  She loves her and I was sad for her but after spending some time with her, I agree that her decision to let her dog go was the best for her.  She carried the little dog to my car and now, she has her home with us.   Grandkids will love her, she hasn’t barked a peep and she is perfect.  

I am so happy!