That name just doesn’t come comfortably out of my mouth.
I used to dream of having 2 little dachshunds one named Debbie and the other named Debby and since they would look alike it wouldn’t matter which one came when I called.
I will name her Debbie.
I picked her up at the pound last night.
She had been spayed and she was wearing a cone.
They told me I had to leave the cone on for 10 days.
Here she is this morning eating breakfast.
Who knew she liked chicken? They told me she just eats dry food.
Here she is watching me write this.
She slept in my bed and only got out to pee on a wee wee pad.
They told me that she bites toddlers which in my mind is a plus.
I think we’ll get along fine.
That’s what I’m writing but in my head I’m saying “YAYYYYY I LOVE HER I LOVE HER”