Saying Good-bye to the Family Dog

My son got a puppy on his twelfth birthday, a miniature dachshund, red in color.  He wanted to name him Schnitzel. Somehow he ended up with the name Wiener Dog. Nobody called him that except the vet. To the rest of us he was Wienie.  This made for some hilarious comments: Time to take Wienie… Continue reading Saying Good-bye to the Family Dog