Several years ago a friend of mine contacted me on a Sunday afternoon. She had been volunteering at our local shelter and someone had brought in a Dachshund. She was grossly overweight, matted, stunk of urine and her mouth had the stench of death. Of course I went and picked her up the next day and she became a foster. Given that she was twelve when her owners surrendered her, we didn’t have much hope for her being adopted. I took her to an adoption event and some ladies were there with Doberman rescue. I had no idea that the one was smitten until we received the adoption application later in the week. She just loved that little Doxie Moxie as she walked in the door and it was love at first sight. Sasha was adopted, re-named Snorkels and moved to Texas after a few years to chase the Long Horns. She ended up having all her teeth pulled but her four canines but she was a raw feeder. That little dog was so full of spunk and really enjoyed being a Texan. Sadly, her legs were giving out on her and her quality of life declined so she was helped over the Rainbow Bridge last week. She was an awesome pup and even though she was probably 16-17 when she passed, I cried like a baby. Run free Snorkels, I know you’re up there bossing everybody around. Love you sweetie and we’ll never miss you. You were our first real “senior” dog and that’s kind of become our preferred dog to foster. The Wiener Palace misses you and does your Texas family and friends.