When my husband brought up the idea of getting a dog, I was somewhat hesitant. Since we both grew up with dachshunds, I knew we would get a dog eventually. Even so, I wondered if we were ready to take on the additional responsibility. Our children were young, and life was busy and full. In time, we made the decision to welcome a dog into our hearts and home.

After weeks of searching, we made our way to Charlottesville on Labor Day weekend to visit a litter of 7-week-old pups. We laughed as we watched the curious and energetic puppies run and play. It was on that day that we became the loving owners of a miniature short-haired red dachshund we named Fenway. I still remember how her small frame trembled when we carried her away from her pack. On the ride home, I petted her back and she sett

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