Miller came to live with us on November 28, 2001. The holiday weekend was known as "Millermas" ever after. The DH arranged to adopt him thru Houston Dachshund Rescue (no longer in operation) and surprised me with him. Miller was the sweetest dog ever and always a challenge. Known as the "Flying Dachshund" from his propensity to leap on and over things, just keeping his feet on the ground was often a full time job. One time, I was having people to my house for a Christmas luncheon. I had the table set the night before and everything ready. When I was checking the table the next day, some of the silverware was moved around the the centerpiece had been messed with. My Miller had decided to inspect my work! I fixed things and never told the attendees that he got up there! Miller made life very interesting! He was my clown, my little shadow and my snuggle boy. I'm missing him already.
Waiting for his dad
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