Éva came for her first big park walk at Sweetwater Creek State Park this weekend. It was the happiest Allison and I had ever seen her… at least until Sunday, when we brought a new Dachshund home; Scarf.
For a couple of hours, Allison and I read and worked on an island in the river, and Éva had to swim across a small section – she was happy to obliged, but a bit cold afterwards.
When Allison and I adopted Éva, we intended to give her as a Christmas gift to Allison’s parents, since their Dachshund, Helga, died this past summer. After spending 24 h a day for 1 month with her, needless-to-say, I became increasingly attached… and it is certainly mutual. So this weekend, we adopted a second Dachshund for Allison’s parents: Scarf. Both dogs were rescued by the Atlanta Humane Society from a hoarder or puppy mill; a self-described breeder who mistreated their animals simply to make a profit. These puppy mill dogs often have difficulty socializing with humans, but clearly get along with one another.
Scarf is likely to be renamed Eva (pronounced as the English E … vahhh) or Greta. Éva (pronounced as the English A… vahh) sits atop her ‘cousin’, comforting her as she adjust to her new home.
