Weiner dog

I’ve decided that at the end of the summer, I am getting a weiner dog. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and a mini dachshund would do alright in the apartment I’m living in. Plus various people have offered to be the puppy’s friends, so hopefully when I’m at work he’ll have time with other people, socializing. The last thing I need is a neurotic dog. I think it would be good for me, he’d keep me active, and he wouldn’t die on me in three years.

I really do love dogs. I’m such a dog person. The thing is, I’m a big dog person. I never thought I would consider having a small dog. But the fact is I’m an urban dweller and I don’t forsee myself having the space for a big dog in my near future. And dammit, I want a freakin’ dog. What I’ve discovered in my research is that weiner dogs think they’re bigger than they really are (I would make a weiner joke about here, but I chose not to).

My friends are excited about this turn of events. I’m excited. All I have to do is find a job and get some extra cash to buy a dog. Oh, and clean this god awful apartment. Otherwise I’d be sure to lose the little guy. I’ve been researching nd looking in various ads, checking out the price of my new friend. I even scanned the ads at the BC SPCA. There were some lonely golden retrievers there, which made me sad because that’s the kind of dog I used to have. I can’t believe anyone would give up a golden. They are the sweetest dogs. Mine used to follow my sister around, making sure she didn’t get lost. He was pretty cool.

But I can’t possible give a golden the lifestyle they need. So miniature weiner dog world, here I come!