8 weeks old... (I came with 2 bows... I got rid of one of them!)
9 weeks old... (I got rid of the other one!)MY "ADOPTION" STORY.
I did this post one year ago so many of you know my story.
I am re-posting it with one or two additions.
I am re-posting it with one or two additions.
December 23th, 2005 was the day my mom brought me to live with her and my grandparents.
She had been wanting a girl dog for a long time.
She wanted a Jack Russell or a Fox Terrier. She never found one here.
My auntie came from Saltillo to spend Christmas with my mom and my grandparents. They were talking about "that dog". My mom was sad and she said that if she could not find a JR or a FT she would like a Dachshund! And my grandpa told her he had seen an ad in the newspaper offering a Dachshund! She called to that place. They told her I was a girl and there she went with my auntie to see me. As soon as she saw me she fell in love with me!
She paid and we went home. In our way to home, my auntie asked to my mom what was going to be my name. My mom said "Lorenza" and my auntie looked at my mom thinking she was "lorenza".
We came home and one hour later, I started puking and puking. Then liquid poop. My mom was in panic. She call that Vet (the man who had me was a Vet!) and he said it was the change of environment (?) and to give me some time.
My mom could not sleep that night. She bought a doggie bed for me… but since the first day, I decided that my bed was going to be her bed and as I was so sick she let me sleep there… (and I have slept there all these years).
Ok. More puking more pooping. Next day she took me to the Vet and I got an injection. And then another one. No changes.
Next day, Christmas day, I was there at the Vet again. My mom cried and cried a lot. She knew I was very sick. She thought I was going to die because I did not want to eat or drink water and I was very weak. My auntie asked to that Vet if I had Parvo.
He said NO.
More shots.
She had been wanting a girl dog for a long time.
She wanted a Jack Russell or a Fox Terrier. She never found one here.
My auntie came from Saltillo to spend Christmas with my mom and my grandparents. They were talking about "that dog". My mom was sad and she said that if she could not find a JR or a FT she would like a Dachshund! And my grandpa told her he had seen an ad in the newspaper offering a Dachshund! She called to that place. They told her I was a girl and there she went with my auntie to see me. As soon as she saw me she fell in love with me!
She paid and we went home. In our way to home, my auntie asked to my mom what was going to be my name. My mom said "Lorenza" and my auntie looked at my mom thinking she was "lorenza".
We came home and one hour later, I started puking and puking. Then liquid poop. My mom was in panic. She call that Vet (the man who had me was a Vet!) and he said it was the change of environment (?) and to give me some time.
My mom could not sleep that night. She bought a doggie bed for me… but since the first day, I decided that my bed was going to be her bed and as I was so sick she let me sleep there… (and I have slept there all these years).
Ok. More puking more pooping. Next day she took me to the Vet and I got an injection. And then another one. No changes.
Next day, Christmas day, I was there at the Vet again. My mom cried and cried a lot. She knew I was very sick. She thought I was going to die because I did not want to eat or drink water and I was very weak. My auntie asked to that Vet if I had Parvo.
He said NO.
More shots.
To make it short... I was full of worms and he did not know!!! Can you believe that? A Vet who does not know you have worms that are making you very sick??
My mom is very stubborn and thanks to that I am alive now!
I had another health episodes treated by that Vet until my mom got tired of him.
I had another health episodes treated by that Vet until my mom got tired of him.
Thankfully my mom found a wonderful Vet who has been taking very good care of me!
At 9 months old I was spayed and one month later I had another surgery because I had a mammary tumor.
Our bedroom is on a second level and our stair is little and scary.
My mom has to carry me on her arms to go up there.
She was afraid to hurt me doing that soooo, she slept on the floor with me for almost 2 months.
At 9 months old I was spayed and one month later I had another surgery because I had a mammary tumor.
Our bedroom is on a second level and our stair is little and scary.
My mom has to carry me on her arms to go up there.
She was afraid to hurt me doing that soooo, she slept on the floor with me for almost 2 months.
There is another story about my mom. And we won a pawesome present due to it. You can read it here.
Some time later I was gaining weight. Several tests and my Vet found I had a bad thyroid. Since then I take a pill everyday and I am doing very well.
I have to say I came here to change my mom's life. She used to be very lonely. She spent all her free time at home in her bedroom watching tv. But... here comes Lorenza who loves to be with her grandparents and with her mom at the same time!
Sooo... when my mom needs to do something at our home, she takes me with her and a few minutes later I want to go with my grandparents soooo she takes me back with them, then I want to go back with her… and that goes again and again.
Sooo... when my mom needs to do something at our home, she takes me with her and a few minutes later I want to go with my grandparents soooo she takes me back with them, then I want to go back with her… and that goes again and again.
I almost never be alone at home. They take turns to go out so there is always someone with me.
Vacations??
Parties??
Forget about them.
Pets are not allowed at any place here so it is better to stay at home all together.
People who know my family think they are crazy because they put me always first.
People who know my family think they are crazy because they put me always first.
My mom says "Yes, we are happily crazy.... and we don't care about your opinion"
Soooo, I was my mom's own Christmas present and she says I am the best gift she has ever had!
Soooo, I was my mom's own Christmas present and she says I am the best gift she has ever had!
Thanks for reading my story!
The bed I never used to sleep on… it was more like a box toy. And those were my toys. Plastic bottles and my mom’s slippers! 
Here you can see I have always been very helpful!As you know, here in Mexico we don't celebrate Thanksgiving Day... but we give thanks everyday for our family, our friends, our life.
Best wishes to all of you today and always.
Besos
Lorenza
