Saturday, November 15, 2008
It is amazing for me to think that if my best buddy had been born to any other family then the one he was born to, he most likely would not be here today. This is because he isn't perfect. He doesn't fit the description of what his breed should look like and his eyes are too small. My best buddy is a miniature Daschund I call Shotta. I fell in love with him the first day I saw him. When I called the breeder to ask if they had any puppies at that time I was looking for a chocolate daschund. She described to me the puppies that she had and then said "and we have one that is double dapple, he is mostly white with a little black and brown on him, but you won't want him because he has a genetically small eye" I headed over to their house to check out the puppies and get "the first choice" when I got there, I saw all the little puppies waddling about I picked them up and held them. When I laid eyes on the 'puppy with the genetically small eye' I fell in love. He was a chunky little guy who was lazier than the others but such a cutie. thats when I told her ' I think I really want this one' She was very surprised and said "YOU DO?!" and that settled it. I named him Shotta because it is Jamaican for gangster and I wanted him to have a tough name since he was handicapped so to speak. I found out later from one of my friends that usually a breeder gives their dog a c-section and chooses the puppies that are 'up to code' and then euthanizes the rest. I realized that if Shotta had been born to any such breeder he wouldn't be here today. I parade him around to weenie races and post his picture on Daschie websites and such because he is unique to me. I don't see him as not perfect. He is my best friend because no matter if I get mad at him for chewing up my work shoes, or having an accident on the floor and I yell at him and put him in his cage for a time out, no matter what he is always so excited to see me when I come back. I am so thankful that he was given the chance to live and be my best buddy.