Hello, hello! You know what time it is, right? It's time for another fabulous installment of "Say What, Sweetie?!" You missed me, didn't you? :)
Today I will tell you a bit about how The Diva came into our lives. Settle in!
First, and most important, Nola was supposed to be MY dog...until Dachshund Mommy (DM) stole her. Yep. Stole her. Lol...kidding...kind of!
We were at a dog-less point in our lives- that hasn't happened very often. We did have the kitties, but as lovely as they are, they're not dogs. We were also at a rough point in our lives, and I felt that the house needed a dog. I began thinking about the right dog for our life. We support adoptions (our kitties are shelter babies), however, with some smaller people in the house, I was/am hesitant about adopting a grown dog, not knowing how they have been raised/treated. Our shelter had no puppies at the time, so I began to look for THE puppy. Having never had a dog smaller than a lab, I wasn't sure about a little dog. I've never been a little dog person! But, a friend had a doxie, and her personality was all big dog. I decided a dachshund would be good for us.
I picked Nola from a large litter; I think there were eight in her family! She was the brat of the bunch! Running crazy circles all around the living room, but coming to collapse on my lap when she got tired. She was so tiny and cute. :) Dachshund Nola: And I still am!
When I got home, I hid her in my purse and just walked through the living room. At some point, DM spotted Nola's head poking out and she squealed...and....stole her from my purse. Lol....Nola picked DM from the house members and the rest is Doxie history!
Next time, I will shamelessly promote my blogs :)
ps- THANKS BLOGVILLE FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!!! :)