Miss Molly becomes a celebrity...

So it was in September 2007 that my parent Mom, Lyn, turned me into a celebrity by creating a Website in my honor. She told me that I epitomize (whatever that word means!) :-) the courage and dignity of the Dachshund breed and that I continue to entertain her with my clownish, inquiring, and impish temperament.

Little did I know that my God-given good looks and character would be so appealing and entertaining to her and my parent Dad, Roger. hehehehehe they certainly aren't hard to please!!! :-) Anyway, my Mom told me that many Dachshund owners say we are hard to train because of our independent thinking and stubbornness. Every night when I was very young (9-12 weeks old), my Mom use to carry me outside to relieve myself (even if I didn't have to go), every 3-4 hours, and then she would pick me up and carry me back to my warm pillow and blankie that lay between her and my parent Dad, Roger, under the warm blankets. My Mom was determined to prove those Dachshund owners and breeders wrong. As I got older and my legs a little bit longer, I could wiggle out from under the blankets, jump onto the ottoman, and then jump down onto the floor (just a few inches down onto the floor) to go to my wee-wee pads by myself. I couldn't open the door to go outside by myself, but my Mom would make sure there were a few wee-wee pads on the floor for me to use to relieve myself whenever I got the urge.
By morning when my Mom could see I used the wee-wee pads, she would be so happy, jumping for joy, and doing the happy dance. Mom always gave me a treat for being a good girl. My Mom is so proud of me for learning, at such an early age (12 weeks), how to relieve myself on the wee-wee pads, and not where I wanted to go whenever I needed to go.

I am 1-year old and still using wee-wee pads because they don't tickle my tummy and are more private. :-) My Mom doesn't care that I prefer the wee-wee pads over the grass. Don't get me wrong, I use the grass when we're out walking or I am on squirrel duty in my fenced-in backyard, which is everyday, all day! :-) I'm spoiled rotten, but someone has to be! :-)

It's all about me...

This is a story about my early beginnings...








I was born at a kennel called Bad to the Bones in Summerfield, Florida, a small town near Ocala, Florida, on January 6, 2007.

I really liked where I lived with my Mom, Racey Red, brothers and sisters, and aunts and uncles.

My human breeders, Page Holley and Ashley Parsell, were kind and gentle to us, but I always knew that one day I would have to say goodbye and embark on a life with new human parents.

That day arrived on March 10, 2007, when I met, who would become my human parents, Roger and Lyn along with their two Shih Tzu's, Sam and Libby. While
Roger and Lyn were talking with my human breeders, I enjoyed running around and playing with Sam and Libby. They were fun to play with and I could see my Mom was enjoying the play as well. Then it happened. Lyn stooped down, made a kissing sound, stretched out her hand, and all-of-a-sudden I found myself racing toward her to see what she was offering in her hand. She scooped me up in her hands and began kissing and petting me all over. Ohhhhhh it felt so goooooood! :-)

Thus was the beginning of a meaningful and loving relationship with my human parents that grows stronger and stronger every day! My name is Good Golly Miss Molly and I approve this family!