My grandma has always loved Dachshunds; she had collected a little grouping of different dachshund figurines over the years. At some point my girls ended up have many of those. Linzi has loved them, because she is the dog lover in this family. They have been played with and harshly loved since they came to our home. (probably not what they were originally intended for of course)
Lately, the largest of the collection has been mistreated by Tessa and Kate. Of course, they don't realize that this is a beloved thing to Linzi and probably my grandma.
Linzi brought the poor creature to me on Saturday and said, "Mom, they're torturing him." He had already had a piece of nose broken off, and various other small pieces chipped off ... Saturday a whole paw came off.
Poor little dachshund. (Grandma would probably die if she knew.) He now sits in the kitchen, awaiting his final demise I suppose. (which will probably happen soon if Kate sees him and tries to pull him off the counter)
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My, my. Just wait till you add a BOY to that mix. Better hide the rest of the collection. They'll be brutalized. ;)
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