Right before Thanksgiving, my mother decided to get a new dog. A friend of one of her co-workers was trying to find a home for their dachshund puppy. I guess my mom decided that having one short dog wasn't good enough - she wanted another, even shorter one. So she decided to take in the weiner puppy. His name is Ryder. Him and Shorty have become fast friends.
Shorty even puts up with Ryder's constant attempts to bite his face.
But they bond over epic wrestling matches.
Shorty makes a good older brother-figure for the puppy. They make a good pair.