Today, I had an unpleasant encounter with a peer. A hooman, like what my friend Luckie would call them, to be exact. Let’s just call this hooman, Mr X.
I’ve seen Mr X before but today was the first time that I was formally introduced to him. Because mommy told him that I was adopted, he jumps to conclusion and starts implying on how bad my natural mom was to abandon me at such a young age. I was like HELLO…I was never abandoned! Was not and never will be! Mommy was kind enough to explain the actual story. I was like Ok, to be fair, he may not have known the actual story.
Then, he goes on to call me a cheapskate dog! aka no value dog!He basically referred the entire dachshund breed to be cheapskate! He goes on to explain why and it’s because our mommies give birth to huge litters of puppies. How infuriating! Tell me fellow dachies, are we a cheapskate breed????
He goes on to say how common our breed is and that we can be easily found on the streets. Helloooo….seriously, I don’t even think he knows that I’m a dachshund and for that matter what a dachshund really looks like. *Can you feel the steam coming out of my ears!*
Daddy felt insulted for me. Mommy advised us to forget about what Mr X commented.But how can I! This hooman obviously is ignorant and has absolutely no idea what he was talking about! How I hope I will have the chance to leave him a “nice, warm welcome” on his lap someday.
Anyway, daddy and mommy have since gone on to reassure me that no matter what others say, I will always be the most valuable in their eyes, purely because I’m Reina, their princess, regardless of breed or anything else.