Fred and Ginger StemnockRunaways or thrown-aways? We'll never know. We only know that twice the call came from the Anti-Cruelty Society that a little stray dachshund needed a home. Twice we went; twice we looked into a face that could only be loved. And twice we were blessed with a sweet and sweet-natured friend.
Eeyore in a dog's body. She knows that the water dish is half empty. Her defense against despair is to stay as close as she can to us. Suits us just fine.
Big Fred his vet calls him. Sixteen pounds of rompin'-stompin' (but sensitive)
dachshund lad. An expression that tells you that he knows that what you're saying is of
the utmost importance and that he's just on the verge of understanding it.
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