After much soul searching and researching we decided to welcome a new dog into our home this weekend. We lost Jefferson (he was over sixteen years old) last December, and his sidekick Lincoln was very unhappy and confused as to where his pal had gone. But with all of our incredibly bad weather, we were loath to get a new dog immediately. And then the thought of training a puppy stopped us—we had done this four times over the last twenty-plus years and weren’t sure we were still up to the task.
And so we opted for a two-year-old blond, long haired mini-dachshund whom we named Gilli. And here he is.
Gilli was raised by a breeder but his back was too short to show him and so the breeder elected to find him another home. He has never walked on city streets or heard city noises or smelled the city smells so educating him is going to take some time but he has an incredibly sweet temperament and Lincoln already adores him.
Indeed, most everybody loves dogs I have found. Just look at the bestseller lists; there is almost always a dog book on it. The big seller now is Inside of a Dog by Alexandra Horowitz. And just think of these others: How to Speak Dog and How Dogs Think by Stanley Coren, For the Love of a Dog by Patricia McConnell, Paws & Effect by Sharon Sakson, Amazing Gracie by Dan Dye and on and on. Dog tales always seem to attract a large readership which speaks to the millions of dog lovers out there.
I have two authors currently putting together dog books—one non-fiction and one fiction—and I can’t wait to get each of them out into the market place.
And who knows—maybe some day down the line, I will write about my life with all of my dogs. Not now though, I just want to enjoy Gilli and Lincoln for the time being.