Meet Charles II, the New Kid in Town, the Double-Dapple Chocolate Dachshund that moved in with Jan and Randy a couple of Saturdays ago.
But let me back things up a couple of weeks. Randy sent me a e-mail on the 14th, asking “if you adopted a dog that shared a name with a former dog, would you keep the name or would you change the name…?”
“Dogs are named what dogs are named,” I said to Randy the next day, after verifying that this wouldn’t be Cooper Two: Electric Boogaloo. “And Charles the Second, when you sound it out, is a regal name.”
Charlie had been Charlie for three years, Randy explained. He belonged to a couple that had since become a trio, then a quartet. Charlie got jealous, acted out, and had been relegated to living in the garage. Recognizing that Charlie would probably be happier elsewhere, the family decided to offer him up for adoption.
That Saturday, Randy drove an hour and a half to Marysville in order to meet the little badger hunter. And the rest is history. Instant bond, reinforced by the long drive home. Charlie fit right in. The sound of tiny Dackel feet has been restored to the church next door.
“How do you do? How do you do?”
“Ooooh, so happy, so happy to meet you,” said Charlie. “And you smell good, too.”
“Oh, that’s just great,” said Maddie…
“He just had to be a butt sniffer.”
“You lookin’ at me?”
* SMOOCH! *
“What? It was a manly sort of kiss. You’re just jealous.”
