I could tell that for about a month now that my mom has really been missing having a dog around the house. So, when she and my dad were in North Carolina on Friday, and she text me to Google the number for this mini-dachshund breeder. I gave her the number and a picture of one of the pups and dared her to not come home with this dog.

Of course she did, and I went over to see the new baby, and we named her Lucy. (Thanks Melissa for the suggestion!)

My dad had said that he wasn't going to get attached to a new dog, yet who was in the floor playing with her as soon as they got home? Mmmm-hmm.

Not only did Charlotte have back problems, but she was also born with a heart murmur. Something that we didn't know about until she was older and something that ended up causing her death. So, my mom and I took Lucy to the vet on Saturday morning. They led us into the room where we had put Charlotte down. My heart stung with sadness. Our vet seem excited to see us with another dachshund, and as she examined Lucy, my mom and I held our breaths.

"No murmur," the doctor said, and my mom and I sighed with relief. Mom has a healthy puppy. All 4lbs 7oz of her.

Yes. This is my mom's pup, not mine. And that's something I'm just fine with because my mom (and dad) needed Lucy.