I think it’s time I introduce you all to Rory. If you had the chance to look through my phone, all you’re going to find is pictures of her. She loves playing on the bed and will do just about anything to look out a window. Rory is obsessed with her “mini me” and carries it around like Linus and his blanket. She’s never met a stranger and doesn’t know the definition of the word. Rory is a picky eater, but that could be my fault. She loves her “big brother and sister.” Playing with her sister could easily resemble the famous scene of Scar and Simba fighting in The Lion King. Rory is maybe 10 pounds but makes enough noise for someone twice her size. She’s only 9 months old and already spoiled rotten. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rory was born on December 14, 2012. She is a long hair, miniature dachshund. I found her on Puppyfind.com and it said that she was homeless, which I just couldn’t stand. I had already wanted a puppy for a long time and something about this one just felt right. After contacting her owner and finding out the situation he was in, there really wasn’t anything left to do but to go get her. On March 10, 2013, after driving nearly 2 hours to almost Cincinnati to get her, Rory became mine. Needless to say it was love at first sight. She was so tiny at only 2 pounds when I got her; it was like she wasn’t real. The first few nights were a little rough, it was definitely an adjustment but after that the rest is really history. I had never had a dog to call my own before Rory and I couldn’t have hoped for a better first dog.
If you don’t have a dog or you’re not a dog person, you may think I’m a little crazy and that’s okay with me. Rory makes my day most days and especially on the bad ones. I know it’s weird but I’m a firm believer that dogs feed off of your energy and know when something is wrong. That little face always makes me smile and is always there to greet me when I get home.