Meet Dolly the Doxie

I recently met @DollytheDoxie and thought you would enjoy getting to know her and her mom better. So please say Hello, Dolly!

How old were you when you moved in with your family? Were you a rescue?

I was 3 months old when mom and dad came to pick me up at Wright-Way Rescue. They first saw me and my littermates on Petfinder.com when I was 6 weeks old but we were too sick to come home yet. The shelter had found us in poor condition at a local humane society and got us out of there so we could get better and find homes up north in the city.

Are you a breed of some sort? *curious ears*

I was listed as a Dachshund mix. Mom likes the nickname Doxie because she can’t spell the long version. She new nothing about my breed just thought I would stay small. Two and a half years later she knows now that almost all of my personality and behavior is pure Doxie. The verdict is still out on what the rest of me is. Most people think I am a purebred when they see me. I am very flattered.

A Bed of Memories by Squeaky & Elvis

Our mommy never travels unless for business purposes. When asked why not travel, she always answers "I like my bed and being with my babies." Us, of course.

We asked the same question and this is what we were told: Even though we are in another house our things are still here with us. Starting with her bed. It may not be a resort bed, but the bed belonged to someone who shares her last name. When she lies down, she sees where sissy Smokey spent her last six months and where her food bowl was kept by her pillow. There is the comforter with blood stains from when Sissy Smokey had her last nose bleed. The blood mommy cannot wash away.

This is the same bed our mommy shared with her three girls (Kitty, The Bandit, & Smokey) wrapped around her, protecting her from unknown threats when she came from a month stay in the hospital.

This is the bed Kitty shared with her during naps and The Bandit snuggled against her chest.

This is the bed where she now sees two sleepy boys all curled up next to one another on his pillow and one is in his pink bed, creating another memory…one of many more to come.

So you see it isn’t just a bed to our mommy. It’s a scrapbook of memories, created by some to be finished by others. Mommy says she would rather sleep with the memories of past, present & future than in a bed with none.

S&E