Coco came to our family by way of my youngest son. Dan told me "Dad said I could have a dachshund for my birthday." I knew they had talked about it, but I didn't realize they had come to a firm agreement. Some of this was my influence, I had mentioned dachshunds, back in pre-Elka days when we were daydreaming about dogs. One day I had seen a lady walking two dogs, one large and one small. That was the cutest thing. So I said that a German Shepherd and a Dachshund would be fun, and proceeded to give them names. Kylie and I must still have been talking about it when we came home. We weren't serious, girls sometimes just like to dream aloud.
A year and a half after Elka, Coco came to our home. She wasn't a shelter dog. Someone in town had pure dachshund puppies, and she wasn't unwanted. The breeder would have happily lived with this new set of puppies had her husband let her. Coco is a scamp. She is tiny and cuddly and cute. She spends most of her days curled on someone's lap. She sleeps in bed with humans, burrowed under the covers. While we are still trying to house train her to use the puppy pads, her poos don't bring a gagging reflex. (Not yet) And she actually has had consistant success the last couple days. She is a puppy, but we're still doing good, even after the day I discovered ten poops hidden in verious places. It may not have been that many, but it was a lot, and there are areas in the house that are cleaner than they had been all year. Coco loves Elka, and Elka loves Coco. Elka is only jealous when husband is holding puppy, and that is improving. Just like children, when we can't hear Cocoa we know we had better look for her-quick.
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