Spooky

Spooky as shelter dog #778

My name is Spooky Linton and I’m the smartest, bravest, most beautiful black-and-tan dachshund in the whole world…probably the entire universe. At least that’s what my mom says, and I have to agree because I’ve seen myself in the mirror. On a scale of 1 to 10, I’m an 11. (That’s my mom talking again, and once again she’s right.)  You may find it hard to believe, but my coat wasn’t always this glossy and soft. My body wasn’t always a perfectly proportioned epitome of sleek doggy-ness.  No…although I’ve always been beautiful – I was born that way, after all – I wasn’t always so well-fed.


I wasn't always so well loved.

Before my mom found me on September 3, 2009, I was known as Dachshund #778 by the nice people at Natchez-Adams County Humane Society. Sure, I had a safe place to live and food to eat but I didn’t have what I needed most.
Love
A home
Then a miracle happened.
(My mom’s words again. She’s such a drama queen, but that’s okay ‘cause I can be a bit melodramatic myself. Especially when I hear the Waste Management truck or see the mailman or meter reader.)Where
was I? Oh, right. The miracle. Anyway, on September 3, 2009 a volunteer from the Humane Society named Lynn Bradford was putting out posters of us “orphans”…only the cutest orphans, I’m sure, since I was on
the poster. So, my mom saw my picture and was instantly smitten! She had to have me. I was the
dachshund she’d looked for her entire life. (Told you she was a drama queen.) Quick as a thought, she
called the Humane Society and asked if Dachshund #778 was still available for adoption. She waited, trembling in fear and nervous anticipation, while the man checked to see if she would be the lucky human who would get to adopt me and let out a great whoop of elation when she discovered that I would be hers.
Yep, it was indeed a miracle.
For both of us…
Now life is pretty sweet. I have a cushy bed, plenty of yummy food and treats, and my very own private
stash of squeaky toys that I don’t have to share unless I want to. I have a nice, shady fenced yard to play in and three friendly older dogs that graciously acknowledge that I am the leader of our little pack. Welll…I am the youngest and that should count for something, shouldn’t it?
I also have what I needed most: love.
My mom loves me. She calls me her precious jewel, her princess puppy, her treasure. Yep, she’s a silly human, but she’s mine.