The Pup with No Name

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My mom and I were running errands, likely for dog food. A pet shop with a puppy in an exercise pen caught our attention. It was summer, and there was no cover for shade. This was in the 1990s. We stopped, walked inside, and spoke to the owner. Here's how that brief exchange between my mom and this man went…

“Why is this puppy sitting outside in the blazing sun? We are taking him home! How much?”

His reply: "$80 and he's yours. Every minute he's here, he's costing me money!"

He got his $80, and our plans abruptly changed. We knew nothing about him other than he was a Dachshund about six months old. Nothing else mattered except getting this puppy home. The name Casey came to mind, and by the time we were home, he had one!

He settled into his forever home quickly, and my mom wasted no time in reporting this pet shop to the proper authorities. The authorities shut this shop down within a week.

Casey was now a member of our GREYSETT family, enjoying a happy life surrounded by love. We had our English Setters, Dachshunds, Whippets and Greyhounds. Yes, siree, we were a well-blended multi-breed family.

As he entered his golden years, he developed diabetes requiring insulin. Our veterinarian at the time taught me how to administer the medicine he needed, using a saline solution or something similar. There’s a first time for everything, and this required practice: a lot on my end! Under his watchful eye, I followed his instructions, seeing that solution go in one way and come out another. Oops, try, try, and try again. Practice leads to competency, and it didn’t take very long to get this procedure down pat. Then he developed epilepsy. There are different types of seizures, and Casey’s were petit mal seizures. We managed them as they occurred.

Despite these health issues, he was loved beyond measure. He crossed the Bridge at the age of 13.

Casey remains another cherished memory of our GREYSETT family. He will never be forgotten.

—Lesley💞

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Comments

  1. weavingwomanSeptember 30, 2026 at 6:40 PM

    How could you not fall for that precious face?

    A dachshund gave me my first (and so far only) bite. To be fair, I was really young and probably did something that the dog didn't like.

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    1. Lesley OsbornSeptember 30, 2026 at 8:51 PM

      Thanks, weavingwoman, he was precious. Always appreciate your comments.

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  2. Bill DolanSeptember 30, 2026 at 10:44 PM

    It sounds like Casey was a precious addition to your family. I look at those precious eyes and what I see is pure love for someone that brought so much love.

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    1. Lesley OsbornOctober 1, 2026 at 10:31 AM

      Bill, your comment touches my heart. Thank you for reading and commenting, here and on LinkedIn.

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