Or how Josie came into the world, and into my life
My very best friend in the whole wide world, Tracy gives me a run for my money with her love of animals. The Watters’ have a menagerie of dogs – I have a menagerie of cats. All of our cats found us, and they always seem to be in pairs. But I digress – that’s another story.
Snickers and Chili were/are two feisty little girl dachshunds (I say were because Snickers was waiting for Josie at the Rainbow Bridge. That is a comforting thought to me right now. Chili is living large and loving life.)
I don’t know who’s idea it was (probaby Chili’s), but Snickers and Chili decided they wanted to be Momma dogs. After a lengthy process of finding the perfect suitors (haha), Joe and Tracy invited two handsome little boy dachshunds for an extended visit, and nine weeks later there were puppies! (Imagine that!) They were born one (or two) days apart. Snickers had two puppies, Chili had four – but not without some drama. Chili’s pup #3 decided he wasn’t quite ready to come into the world, and as hard as she tried, Chili just could do it. Joe and Tracy had to rush Chili to the vet so he could persuade puppy #3 that it was time to greet the world. After a little coaxing, puppy #3 was finally out! On the way home, puppy #4 decided she had waited long enough to make her debut. Josie was born in the back seat of a suburban driving down Horseleg Creek Road. She was the runt of the litter, and all was well in the world. It was June 22, 2003.
Chili can be a diva dog (and I can say that because I love her very much, but I know her well) and she changed her mind, and decided she didn’t want to be a Momma dog after all. Snickers, being the good Momma that she was, became the surrogate mother of Chili’s pups without missing a beat.
I was smitten the first time I saw the pups. Dachshund puppies are a-dorable =) We had lost our big ole Golden Retriever, Chancy, that spring (God rest his soul – he finally caught the UPS truck he had chased for 8 years) I grew up with a lap dog, and Chancy didn’t quite fit on my lap. So we had had some discussion about getting a little dog.
The owner of the Papa dachshunds got one from each litter. They moved up North. Tracy kept one from each litter (Chester and Pickles), Tracy’s sister-in-law, Lisa, got Belle, and I got the runt of the litter. My favorite. Choosing a name for a pet takes an act of Congress in my family. We agonized for at least a day. Seeing as how we had three cats at the time, it just made sense to name her Josie – Josie and the Pussycats.
Most of the pictures I have of Josie are from the first three years of her life. She was like my third child. My girls always accused me of giving Josie more Christmas gifts than I gave them. That may be true, but that’s another story.
I always told Josie she was a precious gift, and she was in every sense of the word. A gift from Tracy, and a gift to me.
So that is how Josie came into this world, and into my life.