Yes, it is true! My little family and I are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our newest addition. At first, we weren’t sure another mouth to feed was the right thing for our family, what with our busy schedules and always being on the go, but after much deliberation and lots of talks with Ryan and the kids, we said “Fuck it! Let’s do it!” So, I guess this is my official announcement. We are having a baby!
Not a human baby! That ship has sailed and I am loving life with my twin 8-year-olds! Wouldn’t change a thing there. I am so blessed. Instead, we are bringing home a miniature dachshund!!!! He will be 8 weeks at the end of October and we are counting the minutes until he arrives. You can call him my late-in-life baby or even our family therapy dog, but his formal name is Kevin Lambeau Anderson. Yes, I didn’t stutter. His first name is Kevin. Named by Mia. Lambeau after Will’s favorite NFL team’s stadium and, of course, our surname. I think it is sort of catchy myself. However, never in a million years did I ever think I would own a miniature dog of any kind. Ryan and I have only had boxers and as much as we worshipped the ground both of our pooches walked on, I can honestly say, times are ever-changing. I am ever-evolving. Soon, Ryan and I will be the proud parents of a purse dog. Perhaps our history with boxers might shed some light on my change of heart.
One year ago, we had to put our 2-year-old boxer down due to heart failure. It was one of the most upsetting things I have ever experienced in my life. I think I still suffer from PTSD from that day. The time leading up to the end, Mildred was riddled with a host of health problems. Now we know. She had a bum ticker. Prior to Mildred, there was Bea. She was our first baby and our first boxer. She was fiercely protective of me and my God did Ryan and I love her. She was our perfect first child. Best dog ever. Hated other dogs. She had one friend, Roma. Never pooped anywhere but outside. She lived an incredible ten-and-a-half years but almost died twice in the interim. Boxers are not known for great health. I guess what I am trying to say is, I needed a change.
We so desperately yearned for a four-legged family member. We went back and forth. Ryan really wanted another boxer. Mia insisted we were a boxer family too. Per usual, Will was way off on the other side of the spectrum, really pulling for a Husky. I, on the other hand, wanted to do something completely different, hoping for a healthy pup with longevity on its side and something that suits our current lifestyle. After lots of research, we fell in love with the dachshund.
I can’t tell you how much fun my family and I have had preparing for Kevin’s arrival. It is like all four of us are nesting in anticipation of our little furry hot dog. We are stocking up on toys and supplies for him. Our nightly ritual is filled with reading books and watching YouTubes about wiener dogs. The breeder posts new pics every week, which has been a dose of joy and excitement as we have watched them grow bigger and stronger each week. My kids are excited. The husband is on board. Well, after he learned these little guys were bred to pull badgers out of holes, anyway. For me, I am excited for the giggles with my family. I miss watching my kids chase and get chased. I miss our family walks. I miss the togetherness our pooches always brought us. Looking forward to all of those things and more with Kevin. My God, just saying his name makes me LOL.
Of course, I plan on sharing my journey with our newest family member on the blog. I am sure this little fucker is going to give me lots of material. Mentally preparing for midnight walks and early mornings. Hoping to get this guy to do his business in nature and not on my kitchen floor. If you have tips and advice for us as we go on our dachshund adventure I would be oh so appreciative.
In the meantime, meet Kevin.
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