Our family has grown, by two. Two cuddly, snuggly, adorable little rescue dachshunds.
Greta, on the left, is three, and Lotte is four. They are both retired breeders who were rescued from a puppy mill. They were at the same puppy mill and knew each other well, so although we got them a month apart, there was no real adjustment period. In fact, Greta was immediately happier and more relaxed with another dog in the house.
When they came to us, they had never lived in a house before. They didn't play with toys, or eat food off the floor (which, let's be honest, is half the reason we even wanted a dog!). They'd spent their lives in cages, and even had to be taught how to go up and down the stairs.
They are the absolute sweetest though. They love the girls and are great with other dogs. They are still learning to walk on leashes, but I'm thinking they might enjoy that more once the weather is nicer.
They are happy and healthy here.
And they love pooping on the rug in the living room.
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