Violet
Wirehaired Dachshund
Violet was her own bouquet and made her entrance like a fresh-picked flower in spring. An old-fashioned lady, she was classic, composed and so pleasantly personable. She took her time visiting each one of us and approached with such an air of intuition-- like she knew something specific about our lives. After a few moments of sitting with you, she would seal the interaction with a soft look right into your eyes and then kindly move on to the next person. Flowers are meant to be seen by everyone and so was Violet.
Wirehaired Dachshund
Violet was her own bouquet and made her entrance like a fresh-picked flower in spring. An old-fashioned lady, she was classic, composed and so pleasantly personable. She took her time visiting each one of us and approached with such an air of intuition-- like she knew something specific about our lives. After a few moments of sitting with you, she would seal the interaction with a soft look right into your eyes and then kindly move on to the next person. Flowers are meant to be seen by everyone and so was Violet.
Wirehaired Dachshund
Violet was her own bouquet and made her entrance like a fresh-picked flower in spring. An old-fashioned lady, she was classic, composed and so pleasantly personable. She took her time visiting each one of us and approached with such an air of intuition-- like she knew something specific about our lives. After a few moments of sitting with you, she would seal the interaction with a soft look right into your eyes and then kindly move on to the next person. Flowers are meant to be seen by everyone and so was Violet.