Yes. Twelve. And in the past seven years, we’ve buried four more beloved Dachsies. Meet the cast of characters at our house, from the oldest to the youngest: Lilith (age 14), Charley (age 12), Maestro (age 10), Adia (age 10), Taz (age 9), Panzer (age 9), Jack (age 4), Black Pearl (age 4), Finn (age 4), Oskar (age 3), Vienna (age 3), and Twist (age 3). Here is the story of how my husband and I came to be the loving parents of 12 Dachshunds!
Twist of Fate, called just Twist, is a three-year-old mini Dachshund; he and his sister, Vienna, (we call her the Twisted Sister) are the youngest of our pack of 12 Dachshunds. We named Twist because we never intended to acquire him at all. It was Vienna my husband and I waited for and loved even before she was born. When she was two months old, my husband brought her home and I melted completely; she was a beautiful brindle-colored little bundle with huge dark eyes and an “I’m a perfect little diva” expression on her wrinkled face. With quiver in his voice, my husband said that there was one more puppy in the litter that didn’t have a home and was all by himself.
Charley had no home; no one to care for him. He was, Naomi said, in excellent health, of lively and affectionate temperament and had no behavioral problems like biting or excessive barking. I could hear the distress in Naomi’s voice when she said, “Could you and Tristan find room in your home and hearts for him?”