You are going to think I’m nuts, and you may be right. I always wanted a third child, but we made the decision not to move forward with this plan when both of the boys were diagnosed with Autism. It felt like it would take too much away from both the boys and any other new little person who might enter our family. Lately I have been wanting a dog- really really wanting one. We have a Labrador who is 9 years old- we got him about a week after we got married. I love Riley dearly, but he is a Labrador. He is BIG. I grew up with dogs, always the same breed- miniature long-haired dachshunds. My mother will shamelessly admit that when they moved back to the east coast they favored ranch style homes that would better accommodate a dachshund (stairs are rough on their backs). My parents have another doxie now, and so does my little sister. So I begged John, began showing him pictures of really cute puppies and luckily he is a sucker for animals. He easily agreed that we could add a dachshund to our family when we found the right one.
Jack was sooooo excited to get Darby. He wanted to name him “Ben”, which I love, or…Bennett, or Bentley, or Bailey. When I picked Darby up though (it took 9 hours of driving which was well worth it) he had been called Darby for 7 months- and he was responding to his name when I said it. I of all people appreciate this. He is doing a better job of this than either of my boys! So I believe I have convinced Jack that it’s best to stick with Darby.
Riley and Darby are doing very well. There are some squabbles over toys and bones- Darby holds his ground surprisingly well despite the fact that he is 1/6th the size of Riley. Darby is my little shadow and barks every time I leave the room- cute as it is, I am hoping he gets over this in the near future, as I am constantly running around, especially in the mornings. Darby is now my little work buddy, he sits with me all day, content to just hang out. It’s funny; all of the websites we consulted about introducing the two dogs warned us that the puppy would constantly torment the older dog. In our family it is the exact opposite. Riley is way more rambunctious than Darby. Although things are getting calmer day by day.