Continuing from yesterday's blog post, when the puppies were old enough to leave for their forever homes my father and step-mother took the little black dachshund who we had named Savage. They renamed him Pepper, which was their right of course, and I'm pleased to report that he lived a long and happy life. I was glad that one of the pups had stayed in the family. A few months after the last puppy left home my husband and I were having dinner with another couple and during the course of the evening, after we all updated each other on what our amazingly precocious toddlers were doing, I told them about our dogs and their puppies and what we had named them. Suddenly the husband got very quiet. had a funny look on his face, and finally said "I have always wanted a black dachshund, and I always thought I would name him Savage." Had we only known.
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