As it was my birthday yesterday, it made me reminisce back to my good ol’ puppy days. The days before I was a celebrity, the days where I could stroll through town without having flocks of people come squawking around me for paw stamps (that’s a dog’s autograph). As much as I love my ballin’ life now, you can’t help but miss your puppyhood.
I was born in Montreal. It was a confusing time. My brothers and sisters had all disappeared, leaving me as the last puppy of the litter. I was happy that I hadn’t been carried away by complete strangers and that I could stay with my real mum, but strangely, a part of me was yearning to leave. I was a shy puppy (ironic, I know – now that I’m famous), which I guess was why I was the last one. So when my new mum and dad came all the way to Montreal to pick me up, I didn’t hesitate to show them some love. And you know what they say; the last puppy is oftentimes the best one.
My new owners paid my breeder for me, and we left for home. I’m sure my breeder wishes she could have known I would have grown up to be a celebrity – she could have charged millions, maybe more. The below picture is me at my new home on the very first day.
My dad says he liked me better as a puppy when my nose was shorter. But, he’s learning to like it the way it is now. That’s the way dachshund’s are!
I was still very timid as a puppy. I probably spent 90% of my time on my mum’s lap. But when I wasn’t, I was starting to explore – showing the first signs of what would one day be an intrepid adventurer.
But the most fun part of my puppyhood was that it was winter, so I was being house-trained in what was -30 degree weather. That’s sarcasm by the way. It was brutal. I’m surprised I didn’t freeze to death. No wonder I had so many accidents (don’t tell my mum, but they weren’t really “accidents”).
As I started to get older, I began going on walks with my best friend, Laffie. She’s my mum’s family’s dog. She’s a medium-sized dog and has been living out in the woods her whole life. She was the one who taught me everything I know about tracking, chasing, and hunting. She goes on a minimum of two, 45 minute walks everyday; sometimes more. I kept up with her from the beginning. And that is where I got my muscles.
After my puppyhood, we moved to the city, which is where I am now. But I still go back to my country home now and then, as well as Florida and other places. My owners still maintain my high-priority training everyday to make sure I stay in amazing shape. For when we arrived in the city, that’s when I was recognized as potential to be a star. My life took off from there, and now you’re lookin’ at the Crusoe the Celebrity Dachshund. The specifics of how I was discovered will have to wait for another time.
Enjoy this post, cause I won’t always do stuff this personal. I’m more about the babes and partying right now…