"We didn't choose Buster. He chose us. When we went to see the available puppies, he was in a pen with several other Dachshund puppies. He came over to us and stood up on the pen as if to say "Pick me!". When we took him out to visit with him, he promptly crawled into my nephew's lap and fell asleep. He chose us to be his family and we are forever grateful. He was funny, energetic and made his opinions known. He loved having all the family together. That usually meant there was food involved. We had 13 good years with our beautiful Buster. We'll see you across the Rainbow Bridge one day, sweet boy."