Ode to Ripple

Many years ago I had a dog named Ripple. He was a brown-haired Dachshund Standard. My mother got him for me from a loving family when he was two years old and fully house-broken. He was immediately very affectionate. He had deformed testicles and defective teeth- both of which made him a remarkably gentle dog who never barked or bit anyone. Ripple was the absolute epitome of gentleness. Also, I have never known an animal like him who loved to be warm all the time while engaging in deep slumber. How I now envy the knack he had for sleeping. I am so lucky for having had a great love for my Ripple.