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Thursday, November 25,2010
Our Thankful we were Adopted Stories
My Adoption Story
By
Frankie Furter Price
I am Adopted and very much happy about that. I was born to parents who were Show Dogs. They have many many trophies and awards for how perfect they are. Every litter of puppies has one that is called the RUNT. That was Not me. However, for some reason, I just did not grow long enought or tall enough to meet breed standards for showing. My brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and all my cousins made fun of me. They actually named me TINY TIMMY. I felt terrible about that.
Every time I was called by name I was reminded that I was not a perfect DACHSHUND. I began to withdraw into a deep shell. I quit trying to be like everyone else. I just wanted to be left alone. I didn't feel that I was cute or smart or even worth living. I started being afraid of things and I never did learn to love and trust people. I didn't measure up. I was a misfit among all that perfection. I never thought things would change. No one would ever want me.
While all of that was going on, my adoptive parents were going through a really rough time. They had lost one short haired dacshund named Duchess Lisel Von Schnitzel when she was 13 years old. That left a hole in their hearts, even though they still had the twin boys, Sarek and Baron VonSchnitzel who were then 13. Next they lost Sarek when he was 14 1/2. The hole in their hearts got bigger. And when Baron crossed the Rainbow Bridge at almost 16 years old, they thought they could never stand to go through that pain ever again. They said that they were just TOO OLD TO FACE THE HEARTACHE AGAIN. They were almost ready to retire. They wanted no more "tie downs" of any sort. They agreed... to live the rest of their lives dachshundless.
These people loved their dachshunds sooooo much that within two days of Baron's passing they knew they could not face another morning without hearing the click click of toenails when they woke in the morning. They could not sit in their 'cliner chairs because they were too empty. Their lives were not the same without a dachshund. They had not been without one or two or three at a time for over 30 years.
So they started the search. Every conversation resulted in tears of grief over the loss of the "last one of our little dachshund fleet". Sometimes they would have to tell the person... "Oh, God. I can't talk about this right now. I'll call you back in a little while." Then my soon to be mom would just sob and sob. She missed the three who were gone. She was miserable. She needed another dachshund to fill her life. So did my future dad. Sooo, she would dial the number again... and try to tell the story and ask if they had any dachshund that needed a home. Call after call went like that. Crying begging hanging up, then trying that number again. She must have called fifteen different sources. Finally she got through to the home were I was living. She was told that they had one dog that wasn't up to standards. IT... was eleven months old and no one really wanted it because it was just too little. What a stroke of good fortune that was for all three of us.
Mom had to hang up three times before she was able to make arrangements to come and meet me. I was the ONLY one they looked at. My new dad grabbed me and went right back to Jennifer Jeep, calling over his shoulder,"Pay the lady." to my new mom.
I don't know why they decided to take me. They had never had a Long Haired Dachshund. I was dirty and stinky. I tried to hide from them, but one puppy kept grabbing my tail and pulling me out into the room. I was scared and shivering. I had never had a collar on. I had never been "potty trained". I was not abused, but I certainly was not "AT HOME".
My new mom and dad threw out that AWFUL name right away. No more Tiny Timmy. Frankie Furter became my name. But I did still have some terrible hurdles to overcome. I needed to learn a million new things. I needed to have that "certain type" surgery. Basically I needed to be RE-BORN. I became my mom and dad's CHANGE OF LIFE PUPPY.
They feel so very lucky to have me. I fit their lifestyle to perfection. Can you believe that. A dog that didn't "MEET BREED STANDARDS" suddenly became PERFECT. So I guess you could say that, on this hill, there are THREE VERY HAPPY CREATURES. I am LOVED and I LOVE them back. We are all three THANKFUL to be together.
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and WHY...
I want to get my MOM a Slanket thingy. Beclaws she needs to be nice and warm when she sits in MY 'cliner chair with ME.
I want to get my DAD a new Snow Shovel. Beclaws he LOVES to shovel Tootsie Roll Trails fur ME.
I want to get my DAD a new Wheelbarrow, since he can use it to bring Wood into the house. He can put the wood in the WoodBurner and keep ME nice and warm. He LOVES that.
I want to get my MOM some Toilet Paper, beclaws she always needs that stuff since she drinks toooooo much coffee every day.
I want to get my DAD a new John the Deers Green Papers holder thingy, beclaws he Loves John the Deers stuffs that look like the thingy he mows my grass with, so that I can run fast and make zoomies. And my dad likes to use his green papers fur stuff like Milkbones and stuffies and all like that.
I want to get my MOM new needles and threads, beclaws she just LOVES to sew stuffie holes. I will be SURE that I have plenty of those READY fur her on Christmas Morning.
I want to get my DAD some nice thick soft flannel sheets, beclaws they are soooo comfy and will keep him warm in the places I can't reach all at one time.
I want to get my MOM a new book so that she will have something to do when I (Frankie Furter) am busy doing MY impawtant works outside.
I want to get my DAD some new gloves to keep his hands warm hen he wants to go outside this winter and play with ME (Frankie Furter).
and...
I want to get my mom some new Treat jars with Easy Open Lids to save wear and tear on her old stiff joints and stuff.
Whew... I better look fur some gooooooood sales... so that I have green papers left to buy my BrideS and my Mom J. some nice thingys. I'm NOT tellin you what I want to buy fur them though beclaws... they might PEEK at the List. I'm just sayin.
