I have the best dog ever. She is so attached, so needy, so loving! She ha to constantly be in contact with me, or near me. SHe just wants constant attention. Which is great, I love it. It's like having a real baby! She wants to be carried, hugged, loved...whenever you put any skin near her whether its your hand or your face, she'll just give you kisses and kisses!
So little history. I moved to Miami with my dad August of 2010 for surgery. Two weeks after I got there, we met. It was like love at first site
Believe me when I say I am not spiritual at all.. I'm not even all that religious, but I really think my mom (who passed away in 08) definitely gave this dog to me. She's been such a lifesaver. The way she's helped me in my recovery is fantastic! Smile and laughter are excellent cures! Anywhom, what happened was my dad and I went to the Mall one day to this Mexican joint called Lime, pretty cool, kinda wish there were some around here. We ate, then decided because it was so nice out to take a little walk. Two doors down (no, not three) they were having a grand opening party for this new restaurant Wings:, news, music, tons of different venues there giving away coupons, AND the Miami Human Society was there with 4 or 5 dogs. I went over and saw this gorgeous 6 yr old, Brown Shorthair Miniature Dachshund. I held her, sat down with her on my lap, she instantly fell asleep and started snoring, was so comfortable and cozy in my arms I just couldn't put her down. It was love ! I told my dad: I'm rescuing her. I thought he was gonna say no right on the spot, but surprisingly, he just said "she's gonna be a lot of work..." and I said "YESSSS! whoohoo!" Sooooo I gave her to him, and went to find the adoption forms. (I'll have you know, he fell in love with her too..he won't admit it, but he loves her so much too! She is so attached to the both of us it's adorable!)
So I talked to an intern, and she was all like, "oh yea you can totally adopt her, just find the manager and she'll help you". Excited me, found the manager and said, I want that dog (Nalda was her name, which I hated) and guess what.. the manager said "actually, someone has already put a down-payment on Nalda, but you can fill out another form, and come by tomorrow, and see if there are any other dog's you'd like." Sooo, I was heartbroken. But I filled out the form and just hoped.
I got home that night, got into bed, and I actually prayed. I asked my mom, who I know is watching down on me, to give me the dog. I told her how happy I would be, how great she would be for me in recovery (making me go for walks, etc)... and just how bored I was going to get down there with just my dad, and no friends! I was so upset that I even cried a little.
0900hrs the next morning. I called the Humane Society bright and early. I talked to the manager from the night before. And guess what, she told me, she said "you're never going to believe this, but the guy who had the down-payment on her, called last night and said he couldn't take her anymore so she's ALL YOURS!" (And that's how I know my mom gave her to me, how I know she was meant to be mine! Again, not spiritual, but this is tooooo crazy to not be fate!)
So, I went down that day, rescued her from that cage, brought her home and we named her Dollie. And she's been the best thing that I've ever done! My first ever dog and I'm the luckiest girl ever to have her in my life!
She's been a godsend, making me so happy and when I'm not feeling well, she knows, she just senses it and doesn't leave my side. She's been like a miracle healer! Patch Adams really knew what was going on when he said laughter is the best cure (not sure the exact quote, but something like that).
Anyway I've had her for a year and a half about and she's turned on me!! Last night, she slept in my dad's room. Usually when she does that, which is rare, but she'll usually jump outta his bed and come running into my room within 1 or 2 hours and ends up staying in my room all night. But I didn't see her til 11am! She spent the whole entire night in my dad's room! What a traitor!!! The brat! She's such a spoiled brat. Despite that, I still love her to death. She hasn't left my lap the whole day! Well, except for the few walks we took to the beach, but aside from that, she's been on my lap on the couch ALL day! And I love it! I've always wanted a lap dog. So glad I finally have my Dollie. The love of my life!
So little history. I moved to Miami with my dad August of 2010 for surgery. Two weeks after I got there, we met. It was like love at first site
Believe me when I say I am not spiritual at all.. I'm not even all that religious, but I really think my mom (who passed away in 08) definitely gave this dog to me. She's been such a lifesaver. The way she's helped me in my recovery is fantastic! Smile and laughter are excellent cures! Anywhom, what happened was my dad and I went to the Mall one day to this Mexican joint called Lime, pretty cool, kinda wish there were some around here. We ate, then decided because it was so nice out to take a little walk. Two doors down (no, not three) they were having a grand opening party for this new restaurant Wings:, news, music, tons of different venues there giving away coupons, AND the Miami Human Society was there with 4 or 5 dogs. I went over and saw this gorgeous 6 yr old, Brown Shorthair Miniature Dachshund. I held her, sat down with her on my lap, she instantly fell asleep and started snoring, was so comfortable and cozy in my arms I just couldn't put her down. It was love ! I told my dad: I'm rescuing her. I thought he was gonna say no right on the spot, but surprisingly, he just said "she's gonna be a lot of work..." and I said "YESSSS! whoohoo!" Sooooo I gave her to him, and went to find the adoption forms. (I'll have you know, he fell in love with her too..he won't admit it, but he loves her so much too! She is so attached to the both of us it's adorable!) So I talked to an intern, and she was all like, "oh yea you can totally adopt her, just find the manager and she'll help you". Excited me, found the manager and said, I want that dog (Nalda was her name, which I hated) and guess what.. the manager said "actually, someone has already put a down-payment on Nalda, but you can fill out another form, and come by tomorrow, and see if there are any other dog's you'd like." Sooo, I was heartbroken. But I filled out the form and just hoped.
I got home that night, got into bed, and I actually prayed. I asked my mom, who I know is watching down on me, to give me the dog. I told her how happy I would be, how great she would be for me in recovery (making me go for walks, etc)... and just how bored I was going to get down there with just my dad, and no friends! I was so upset that I even cried a little.
0900hrs the next morning. I called the Humane Society bright and early. I talked to the manager from the night before. And guess what, she told me, she said "you're never going to believe this, but the guy who had the down-payment on her, called last night and said he couldn't take her anymore so she's ALL YOURS!" (And that's how I know my mom gave her to me, how I know she was meant to be mine! Again, not spiritual, but this is tooooo crazy to not be fate!)
So, I went down that day, rescued her from that cage, brought her home and we named her Dollie. And she's been the best thing that I've ever done! My first ever dog and I'm the luckiest girl ever to have her in my life!
She's been a godsend, making me so happy and when I'm not feeling well, she knows, she just senses it and doesn't leave my side. She's been like a miracle healer! Patch Adams really knew what was going on when he said laughter is the best cure (not sure the exact quote, but something like that).
Anyway I've had her for a year and a half about and she's turned on me!! Last night, she slept in my dad's room. Usually when she does that, which is rare, but she'll usually jump outta his bed and come running into my room within 1 or 2 hours and ends up staying in my room all night. But I didn't see her til 11am! She spent the whole entire night in my dad's room! What a traitor!!! The brat! She's such a spoiled brat. Despite that, I still love her to death. She hasn't left my lap the whole day! Well, except for the few walks we took to the beach, but aside from that, she's been on my lap on the couch ALL day! And I love it! I've always wanted a lap dog. So glad I finally have my Dollie. The love of my life!