Adele once said, “Hello. It’s me”. So did Todd Rundgren. Add Dash to the list.
I’m a puppy, born on October 20, 2015. A shaded cream mini long-haired dachshund.
Like many youngsters, I was purchased for a fair and commensurate price, because I am thoroughly adorable and in time, likely to be obedient to my new family.
I am an athletic individual. Just look at what I do to this pint-sized tennis ball.
My name was Rook, and that was a great name, make no mistake. My breeder is wonderful, kind, and creative. But recent video evidence clearly indicates that my inherent raw athleticism cannot be denied. That’s why I am going by the moniker of … “Dash”. I’m lightning quick, folks.
See the snap below? That’s my Mom and family. I am the one with the green collar.
And here’s my Dad … seems like everybody gets a participation ribbon these days. Oh. Wait. He has actually accomplished great things.
I’ve been with my adopted family for four days now. My time alternates between restful slumber and intermittent bursts of mania-fueled biting. Today alone, I pulled my playpen across the room when Mom left, dumping water and food all over the place. Sometimes, you have to take a stand.
And I’m going to be honest with you for a moment. My adopted family are nice, but they are difficult to train. I need to go to the bathroom every three hours, give-or-take. Training them to meet my needs requires a lot of energy. They make mistakes. They’re human, of course. What else can you expect from them?
I think I’ll stop here for now. How ’bout I send you updates about my life from time to time? Hourly updates? Might be too much. Monthly updates? Not nearly enough! Somewhere in-between, let’s begin our journey together.