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Honey's Diary

The day I came to my new mommy, In december

I came to my mommy a few days before christmas. Mommy thought she would be picking me up from the airport at around 8 pm, since she told my breeder, Sandra franco she could not do it any later because it was a 4 hour drive. Practically last minute she told mommy I would be coming to the airpotr at 11 pm. Mommy was very mad because she'd specifically said that if Sandra couldn't schedule a time at or before 8 pm, she would need to do it on a different friday.

Then after getting lost several times on the way to Omaha, mommy and my new daddy arrived about 1 am at the airport. ANd the guy who was waiting with me(one of airline terminal personnel) had called my mommy's mom to see if mommy was coming to get me. Mommy came in the airport and was looking for someone to get me for her. The man heard her asking about the miniature dachshund puppy, and rushed over. He got my carrier, and cut the zip tie that was attached to my carrier's door. Mommy peeked in at me before opening the crate, and I heard her say "Uh oh, I think I've been scammed here." I don't understand what that meant. Then I heard her tell the guy that I was supposed to be a mini, and one glance at me made her wonder if I was full grown instead of 4 months old like I was supposed to be. So Mommy opened the carrier and tried to coax me out. I wasn't going to come out! She had to pull me out. When I was out she looked at me and said to the airline worker, "there's no way that that dog is a mini! It looks like a standard to me. I got royally screwed over." Mommy started looking for my registration packet, and when she found it she was mad about that too.It said I was 6 months old, not 4 months, and I am CKC, not AKC registered like she thought.
And on top of that she knew I could not have been socialized, or home raised like she was told because I am terrified of people-ANY people. I was sitting on a towel in my carrier that was soaked in pee and I was all wet too. Mommy had the airport man throw the towel away. She said she didn't want to put me back in there with that. He broght her some paper towels so mommy could clean my carrier out and make it dry again. She quickly realized I do not want to be on a leash. It is too scary for me to be on the ground. I need carried. My mommy thinks I have been abused. The neglect I suffered is definitely abuse!
My breeder locked me in an outdoor kennel when I was 8 weeks old, but she claimed to my mommy I was home raised and well socialized to all kinds of people and animals.
I am not ever comfortable out of my wire crate at mommy's. I love mommy and want to socialize but I am only comfortable playing when I am in my crate! Mommy tells me she loves me, and bought me my own pink harness and pink collar before she picked me up because she thought it would look nice on me. I am so scared of people that if someone approaches the playpen mommy set up for me to play in outside I can jump it is a single jump, and run as fast as I can. And jumping the pen is not something I've ever done before. Mommy wants to get me microchipped but she doesn't want to scare me anymore. She is going to give me my distemper shots herself every year so I won't have to go very often.
I am glad my mommy has me now. I have a soft bed, a warm house and love. :)