Just a small dog living in a big world.

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The day I met Waffles

The day I met Waffles, from what I can remember, was sometime in July or August of 2015. It was like any other hot sunny summer day in Kelowna, B.C., Canada. I had just crashed my car and because of that, had to withdraw from my automotive foundation college program in Kelowna. It wasn't fair. I was upset, disappointed in myself, and felt like a failure. I tried for so long to find something that I was good at, something that I was interested in, and something that I could really see turning into a career and well, succeeding at life. Most people at 25 years old had already started careers and had a clear direction of where they wanted to go. Either that, or they had kids already which I was not ready for. I, on the other hand, have always been one of those people who are great at a a few things, but a master of none. And so it was very hard for my to pin down something that I really felt like I could grow into. I know being a woman working in the automotive industry is not what every man in that industry wants to see or be a part of. And that was hard. In this day and age I believe that if a woman works just as hard (or harder) than the men do, why can't they be a part of that industry? I digress, back to Waffles. I had a concussion at the time so my memory is a little hazy but what I do remember is that I caught wind that someone in Kelowna had too many dachshunds in their house and it was getting to be a bit much. The couple had a mum and dad named Hashbrown and Tubbs, respectively, and another little dachshund that turned out to be Waffles' sister Beans. Hashbrown is red with white markings just like Waffles, Tubbs looks a bit more brown, and Beans is a black and tan dachshund. You don't see that mix very often. From what I understand, the other dogs picked on Waffles a lot. They stole her food and despite being family, they would actually fight her over food and toys and attention and it just wasn't fair to the poor girl. The couple had tried to give Waffles' away to a deserving couple before and to my knowledge Waffles wasn't being treated well. These other people lived in a camper and would keep her in the crate all day underneath clothes and other belongings where she would use the crate as both a bathroom and a sleeping area. She would cry, and I can't imagine how she felt. She was very happy at all. So the couple who originally had her from day 1, took her back into their care and tried to make the best of it. When they heard that I was interested in meeting the two of them and the other dogs, they were ecstatic. Hopefully this is the last time they would need to pass Waffles on to someone else. I decided to meet up with them because before anything, I wanted to see how she was and the couple wanted to see if I would be a good fit for her and if she would be a good fit for me. Other than the family dog, I had never had a dog of my own before. Really, I had no idea how to properly take care of one and all of the things that come with owning a dog. I remember opening the door to their truck and all four dogs were sitting there staring at me. Three of the dogs were pretty mellow and seemed somewhat excited but they didn't get up to say hi. But Waffles did. Waffles right away had her short pointed tail wagging a mile a minute, and she was trying to jump into my arms from the truck seat to give me kisses. I picked her up and put her on the ground unsure of what to expect. I didn't quite realize how small she was at first until I saw her running around. Man, she had a bark on her that echoed throughout the parking lot. You could hear her coming from a mile away! At this point she was just over a year and half old and she was very energetic and excited. Perhaps just to be away from her parents for a few moments. You know how teenagers are. From there, I quickly learned a few things about her. She just wanted to be loved. She was crate trained, house trained, clever, and knew her name. Being a dachshund, she was a little stubborn at times when called but she would eventually give in. After playing around in the parking lot for a bit, I picked her up, gave her a hug, and looked into her eyes. I wanted to cry because at that moment I knew that my life had changed for ever. There was no way that I could pass up the opportunity to love and take care of this dog. Anything I didn't know about dachshunds or being a pet owner, I would learn and hone those skills. She then gave me some kisses on the nose and I put her back in the truck knowing that I would see her again very, very soon. I knew that she would become my best friend.

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