At the beginning of April this year, there was something weak,
dirty, and frightened lying under our gate.
He had ticks, a wound on his paw, an immense fear in his eyes, and
the cutest face in the world.
It later turned out he was a purebred
long-haired dachshund
Coming up with a name wasn't difficult. Where would Morty be without
Rick?
Just a month later, Rick started to recover, trust us, and feel at
home. Now he is a healthy, lively dog. He loves to sleep, steal food
from Morty's bowl, run quickly, lounge on the couch, and ride in the
car.