Zoe came to live with us when she was 9 months old. We had been looking for a dachshund for about a year. We had fallen in love with the loving personality of a friends long haired dachshund.We bought her from a breeder in Oregon, who had purchased her to add to her breeding kennel. Zoe was small enough in size so she was concerned about breeding her. So we brought her to the east coast.

        She is all of 10 pounds, and a bundle of love. That is an appropriate size for Michael ( my husband) and I , as we live in a 3 room apartment. 

Mandy was a little yorkie we bought at a pet store. Well, little is a relative term. By AKC standards she ended up too big to be a yorkie, but human children came quickly after her, so I did not mind the extra size. She was prob 8-12 weeks when she came home to us. We were living in MD when we got her, and she was groomed in WV. Where we lived in MD we had an outdoor run for her to go out. We then moved to PA with our then one month and one year old human children. The new apartment we lived in would not allow us to tie her out. She came along with us hoping that if I took her out in the morning before my hubby went to work, and later in the day all would be well. It did not go that way....so the lady who groomed her in WV knew of someone who was looking for a small dog, and Mandy got a new home. I am sure she has passed away now, but I would have no idea when. She was a sweet little dog. She used to go nose to nose with our guinea pig squeaky.

Pal was a the 3rd Pal in my family of origin. He came into my life when I was 4 or 5 years old. Forty one years ago there was no leash law in our home town, so Pal did a lot of wandering early in life. Eventually a law was passed and he got a run in the front yard. He was the origin of my love of dogs. He was not allowed in our livingroom, which I accepted as a child, and took for granted as I got older but never quite understand. As a teenager we got Began a brown miniature poodle, who was allowed in the livingroom. As a sophomore in College, my Mom told me that Pal was loosing his mind, and needed to be put down. I wish she had let me come home from school to do it. She did it and spent the rest of her life feeling so guilty. Maybe she was afraid I would come home and not see it as she did. Who knows.