His name was meant to be Dieter, anyways...

I've waited most of my adult life to bring a Dachshund puppy into my home.
Then one day someone actually gifted me one out of the blue.
But after spending only a painfully short few days with him,
it would become obvious I had to return him.
I was completely unprepared.
Our household situation wasn't right for him.
I wanted to keep him and make it work so much,
but in the end I saw he wouldn't get the love and attention he deserved,
and so I reluctantly returned Dieter to his original family.
It was one of the most painful things I ever had to do in my life,
especially since I had to bring him in the car with me for a two hour drive, just him and me.
He was crying most of the time. He was confused and afraid. I just kept apologizing over and over.
I have to admit I was crying as well.
I should think I will never have the opportunity to own a Dachshund ever again.
Nor do I think I deserve one.

I now only have a few photos of Dieter, and a dog tag that he will never wear.