Camper cared about nothing more than a squeaky toy. He would have traded the whole family in exchange for unlimited squeaky toys. Maybe a month before his passing, I decided to spoil him. My boyfriend was playing with him outside, while I was inside unboxing 10 new squeaky toys for him. I put them all in a pile in the living room, we brought Camper back inside, and boy did he have a field day. He was the wiggliest little dog. That dog could slither into any area he desired. If a blanket was present, he was going to be under it. For a 12lb dog, we got him a 6-foot bean bag for a bed with his own dachshund printed blanket. That dog was the most spoiled dog in the world, and all he wanted was a blanket and a squeaky toy.
