I was in the checkout and someone just walked up to me and said "Do you want a dog?" I've got a dachshund I'm taking to the pound out in my car right now. She digs, she's destructive, she barks and I've had enough." I ask how old she is. "Seven months" I go out to her car with her and her brood, and find a mostly dachshund mix (probably a pibble) panting in the heat. The kids pull on the ears, and the dog behaves. She's shy, and I know she won't do well in the pound. So instead of toilet paper, which I'd gone to Wally World for in the first place, I came home with this dog. They'd called her Idio, which they said was short for Idiot.