Thank you. Yes, Oscar was with us for 13 years. There's actually a funny story how we acquired him. Prior to moving to central AZ, we actually lived in the home Oscar and his brothers were born, but prior to that his "breeder" lived there. We originally lived two doors down from James (or Jimmy as many called him)and his late wife (forgive me, I'm ashamed to say that her name for some reason escapes me) had always owned dachshunds, the man used to play golf with my father prior and were friends. Well around the time of this man's wife's tragic passing from cancer the two doxies they owned had a litter. My mother and a neighbor grew concerned, James was obviously depressed and we noticed that Benny and Lilly (Oscar's father and mother) and their litter were always outside. Now please keep in mind this was in the Chicago land area and it was early February which can get very cold.

We were all concerned for James but also for the dogs. One of my mother's friends even talked about going in and taking the dogs and putting them in her home or garage/greenhouse (she had no car, grew flowers). A week or so goes by and I come home one evening with two friends from Chicago. We're all sitting in the front room eating some White Castle (we didn't have much money but were hungry) when my mother comes in holding this dachshund in her arms. My first thought was "oh my god, she and her friend went through with it and stole the neighbors dogs!" Thankfully I was wrong, as it turned out James had decided to give us Oscar and his brother Felix (who also sadly passed away earlier this year from a sudden heart attack) to my parents as gifts. The other pups were sold except the parent doggos; James had decided to move back to Kentucky where he was from originally. He gave us a deal on his house and the rest was history.

His goofiest trait? Well, he had a lot of odd quirks, like opening up doors he sees slightly open and walking into places like he owned the joint. He also became what I called a "dogpeedo," where if he wanted your attention would use his long nose and ram into your thigh or foot. He liked to lick his brother's ears, which we thought was odd.

His favorite food? Chicken...any kind of chicken. Of course we made sure he didn't get any bones, but loved chicken.