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Dexter joined the Kuhn clan back on Martin Luther King Jr. day in 2000. He was the biggest surprise on Christmas Day - well, actually, he was just a series of clever notes pointing to the big gift: a rescue dog from the local pound. Only problem. When we drove to the pound the day after Christmas ready to pick out our new little doggie, they had only large breeds and we knew that we needed a little guy in the Kuhn pad. |
So through word of mouth, we learned of a small breed and Chihuahua rescue group. Well, actually, it was this woman and her buddy and she housed all of the dogs at her place. We had learned on the phone that she had a blue dachshund. I set up the appointment and as soon as I got off the phone, I said to Larry. A blue dog? What the heck does that look like? Oh well. Open mind.
Yes, the house smelled as you would expect. Dogs everywhere. But they seemed very happy and well cared for. Just plentiful. As we joined Shirley on the back porch, she called out to "Dexter" and this little pack of small dogs came running from the back of the yard - one of them proudly carrying a stuffed animal in his mouth and clearly the winner of a tug o war with the rest of the bunch.
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This was Dexter. Small. Interesting color - a grayish black, almost blue (oh, I get it) and definitely not lacking in personality and energy. We spent the next 40 minutes or so taking turns holding him, petting him and looking at him. And of course, we told them what a great family and loving home we could offer. Little did we know that this little 8 pound bundle on our laps had more love to offer us than we could ever imagine. Yep. We'll take him. Paid our fee, filled out the application, put him in the backseat with our youngest son. Sure, we tried to put him in the cage, but he didn't like it, so we wimped out and let his big brother hold him all the way home. And from that moment on, Dexter has been calling all of the shots in the Kuhn house. He's in charge here. So why shouldn't he be your commissioner, too?! Not to worry though, Dexter's fair. He doesn't really understand any of the rules, couldn't care less about the payoff and isn't that concerned about who wins. Now, what could be fairer than that? |
| Dexter sends every team his best wishes for a
good season and promises to have no favorites. His personal greeting is
below:
Woof woof woof. Woof Woof. Woof woof woof woof.
Woof.
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