Shelby Girl

This little pup will be 12 years old the day after Christmas. You could not tell it by me. She is such a puppy. She is demanding with her whines...I know what each one means. I have, after 12 years, started to ignore some of her demands. If she had her way she would be attached to me at the hip. Now, don't get me wrong, I love her dearly. She has had four spinal surgeries, and I fretted, worried, cried over her. I cannot bear to see her in pain. The people at the vet had to throw me out once when I was practically crawling in the cage with her after one of her surgeries. I then felt so bad for all the times I had to tell parents visiting hours were over and they had to leave. Oh me, I am rambling. More on Shelby later....

Shelby

This little girl is Shelby. She is a miniature Dachshund. She came into my life at a time that I needed a little friend to love. She weighed one pound five ounces. She was so tiny that we would step on her, slam the screen on her, and such things like this, and man would she yelp. We would have to love on her and promise never to do it anymore. Poor girl. We should have learned, but, we didn't. A golden retriever stepped on her, and she ended up with a bulging disc. Weinie dogs are known to have a bad back. I did not know she would end up with four back surgeries. She has had some terrible moments with them, but, this little stinker is a survivor. She is still running, digging, and loves to play with her little Halloween orange ball. In fact, she can wear me out with her begging to play. She will run get her ball and drop it at my feet. Plop...that means get up and play or you will not have a moments rest. You would never know she will be 12 years old the day after Christmas.

Shelby Girl

This is my Shelby. She is always by my side. Always. No matter where I go, she goes. If I try to ignore her, have a moment to myself, she whines very insistently, until I give in and put her by me. She is my baby, and I love her to pieces.