Talia Jones

We adopted Talia on February 16, 2014. We rescued each other. Although she was aging and blind, she was still full of life. During Talia’s first visit to our house, she peed on the rug, she pooped on the rug and she bit Troy. We knew that she was ours. She earned the nickname Fatty Patty that evening. She searched all grocery bags for toys, and she would run to the refrigerator each time the door was opened. She brought us so much joy. When she heard her daddy’s alarm clock go off in the morning, she would nudge him in the back of the head to get him out of bed. Then she would take over his spot. When we came home from work, she would be waiting for her daily belly rub. She spent most of her days trying to kill squeaky toys, enjoying her treats and taking long naps. She had her own spot on the chair and wouldn’t hesitate to bully her way into that spot. She was a great traveler and would run to the car door if she knew she was going for a ride, even if the ride was to go the vet. She was an occasional fishing companion. When it was time to go to bed, she loved her spot in the big bed! As any dachshund owner will tell you, we didn’t own her. She owned us. Patty, you brought us more happiness than we could have ever anticipated. We love you and miss you, Fatty Patty!!