As it turns out, that was the dachshund’s name. Phoebe. I found an ad on Craigslist Sunday night about a little female “wiener dog” who was missing from the area we found her. (I might have found the ad sooner had they put the word “dachshund” somewhere in the post… duh.)
So, we were dog owners for less than 48 hours. And that’s ok with me.
After the first day I knew she wasn’t “THE” dog for us. I would’ve kept her and loved her but she didn’t settle well. My kids were broken hearted… particularly Ella who repeatedly declared that little Miss Dachshund was her best friend. Ella sobbed and cried when we told her we found the owners. We told them at about 7 a.m. on Monday morning. I wasn’t sure when the owners were going to come pick the dog up so I let the kids stay home until she left. It didn’t end up being very long, but Ella was so distraught, I couldn’t think of sending her on the bus, which she doesn’t love anyway. So, the kids had a (heart)sick day from school. (Mac actually was sick and I was already planning to keep him home, and Rohan wasn’t nearly as upset as Ella, but how could I send him when the other two got to stay?)
We kept the little collar we bought for Miss D (no, we didn’t name her that, but we did call her Doxie now and then) and Ella put it around her stuffed dog’s neck. She then attached the leash we had borrowed from my mom and pulled that stuffed dog around for at least half of the day. It was a small tragedy in the life of Ella Brae.
But, time passed and she is better now.
And I must say that I’m relieved the dog is back at her home, but probably not quite as relieved as Dustin, who cleaned up not one… not two… not even three… but FOUR little dachshund piles and one little dachshund puddle from our living room rug.
Good thing we invested in a steam cleaner, one of the few things I can thank landlording for.
Farewell, Miss Dachshund. It was a good 41 hours.