In search of a Dachshund

Just this weekend, my Dad was awakened by a very real dream. All too real. His dream was that his beloved Dachshund, Shultze, was dead.
He awoke to a morbid scene, only to find Shultze still alive-barely.
He let the dog out, cleaned up the mess, but found him dead outside between his house and his neighbors.

No one is quite sure what happened. Shultze wasn't too old. Only 7 years, born in July of 2000. But for some unknown reason, he died. He was the last surviving of a pretty large litter. All the others had died from unknown causes, and Shultze is no different.

So now the search has begun. The search for a new puppy for my parents.
They had vowed not to get another dog for a while, but both of them are pretty shaken over the ordeal. They miss their miniature dachshund, and want another.

I always find it very interesting the type of dogs people fall in love with. My parents have this peculiar affinity for the miniature dachshund breed. Strange.
I, myself, am partial to mid-sized to large dogs. Perhaps that's due to my mid-sized to large family!

Lord, please help my parents find their new puppy soon. Amen.