Yep - you heard right. As I am writing this, Tessa's eyes are rolling back in her head in horror ! A third dachshund is looming on the horizon to move in with us. Poor thing - she will suffer from some sort of inferiority complex. A little while ago I stumbled upon poor Walter (That's grandpa's name) and I couldn't get him out of my head. Poor Rui (God - I love that man !) was run over by my enthusiasm for helping anything in need that has four paws and a cold nose. What can I say ? He agreed to give Walter a new home if the Budelheimers were agreeable. Poor Tessa - as usual - has no say in the matter. She gets along with anyone big or small and her approval of the old man was never an issue.
Walter is estimated to be about 12 years old, but upon meeting him I came to the conclusion that he must be at least around 14 years old. In other words: He needs a retirement home with tender loving care and two square meals and a soft bed he can stretch out those weary bones of his. He is a bit wobbly on his baroque little legs, but the sight of food sure makes him giddy. He's also stone deaf and I don't think I'll be teaching him any new tricks. His old ticker has a murmur and his thyroids are not what they used to be, but if he takes his medicine, he should be just fine. His mouth looks somewhat like Bicalina's and so I have two dogs on soft food. No problemo.
The Budelheimers now officially have their own grandpa. (I wonder why Tessa is rolling on the floor howling right now......... )
Does anyone feel sorry for me ?
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