Oskar

It was a warm sunny summer day. My whole family packed into my mom’s minivan to go buy something that we now think is priceless.
It took an hour to get to the breeders house, but it all payed off. Lets just say that we had another addition to the family when we left the breeders house. Our new mini dachshund was so small, barely reaching 3 pounds, but he would only end up gaining ten more pounds. He was a bundle of joy, and he could make me smile every time I looked at his sweet face. 



We decided to name him Oskar with a “k”, because that is the german way. I spent a lot of time with him. He was always the first to greet me when I got home from school and he was easy to cuddle with. Oskar and I spent so much time together when he was little. A lot of the time we were the only ones home and he was fun to be with. He is like a little brother to me. At first when we got him, he would chew everything up, pee all over the house, and bark all night long. My mom at one point was so frustrated she thought we might need to give him away. She never followed through with that because we still have him to this day.

Oskar isn’t all sweet and perfect. He is also a little theft. He has been known to unwrap, destroy, and eat christmas presents, and he will steal food from anyone without a second thought. If you drops a cracked off the counter, say goodbye, because when you look down it will be gone. Like some wise dachshund owners have said, “Whoever said that diamonds are a girls best friend, never owned a dachshund.”