Ok well i have had this bottled up inside for a long time now because my family and friends really dont understand my feelings on this or anything.... Ill start at the begining of the story pretty much I have always really wanted a dachshund and so i started looking to buy one at the end of june last year...i spent about a month and a half looking for one. I wanted a female longhair red dachshund. I thought they were just sooo pretty. i found a few places that had nice puppies but none of them had puppies that i really wanted...so i was starting to think i would never find the "right" puppy when i see an add in the dollar adds paper for black and tan smooth hair dachshund puppies, in the back of my mind i didnt think i would take one home but i figured i would go and check them out. i get to the house and the lady only has one puppy left and its a tiny 8 and a half week old female black and tan smooth hair dachshund and the moment i see her i know she is the perfect dog for me. I didnt even have to consider the thought of buying her. I picked her up and gave the lady my money and held the little puppy like she was the most valuable thing in the world. She was not a registered puppy but she was a pure bred, so she was only about $100. I brought her home and she was just the sweetest little dog in the world. I ended up naming her Lacey because it just seemed to fit her so well. I loved Lacey soooooooo much. She was like my shadow when i was home. She would follow me everywhere and always try to be with me no matter what. I loved taking her to pet supplies and buying her new collars and toys. She would always sit on my lap while i drove anywhere (i always took her with me if i could). After i had a bad day or something i could always expect Lacey to cheer me up with her silly little attitude. She was honestly the best dog i have ever had. I loved her with all my heart. this is lacey!! My little Princess then on Feb. 27 my family and i were eating our dinner in the motor home (we were really excited about getting one so we wanted to eat in it for the first time) and lacey was in there with us and i was holding her and just happy pretty much. After we were done eating i made lacey go outside so she wouldnt go potty in the motor home. I ended up going in the house after about 30 mins and everybodyy else stayed in the motor home. After i had been in the house for about 10 mins my older sister came home but didnt come in the house and i didnt think anything weird till my dad came in alone and just kinda stopped in the doorway and asked me if i had lacey with me. I said no she is outside. he looked at me then looked away, his facial expression gave away what he was feeling and instantly i knew why he had asked. all i said was "shes dead isnt she." i dont think it really hit me till i went outside and i saw my sister and mom get out of my sisters car (they had gone down to the road to get laceys body). As soon as i saw that i pretty much started crying and screaming "why!" i ran up to my room and just cried and screamed for while...not sure how long...after i had stopped tho i was talking to my mom and i told her i didnt want another dog for a while...well that monday my dad picked me up from school and told me he was getting something for me and he wouldnt tell me what it was. i had no idea what it was he was going to get me. I was still grieving over lacey (just thinking about her still makes me cry and just feel so terrible). well my dad was taking me to pick out another dachshund and i didnt find out till we were in the house of the breeder and puppies were jumping all over me. (btw im the type of person that animals make me happiest) so my dad pretty much told me pick one out (there were about 10 puppies) so after about an hour of looking at them and playing with them i pick one out, a little boy that i later on call Luke. he was $300 and registered and all that stuff. but on the way home with Luke in my arms it didnt feel right. it didnt feel like when i brought home lacey. It felt wrong. Then a feeling of saddness just overcame me. i realized my mistake at getting him and talked to my mom about it and asked if we could take him back to the breeders because i was not ready for another dog so soon after my Lacey had died. She got mad and told me that my dad had found that place and gotten luke for me as a gift to try and make it better and it would hurt his feelings if i took luke back. after that conversaion i didnt bring it up again and i just kinda lived with Luke being there. Now 3 months later here i am with Luke and i can honestly say i really dont like him. I dont want him around me, i dont ever play with him, i wont take care of him, and i think i hate him. Hes not a bad dog though, he is very sweet and playful. My little sister has pretty much taken over responsibility of him and i could honestly say that im glad i dont have to take care of him...i also feel like i have betrayed Lacey by having another dog. this is luke i dont know what to do about it because i dont think my family understands or even cares about how much Laceys death hurt me. They thought another puppy would make it better and if anything it made it worse. I feel like im being a jerk by not being nice to Luke, its not his fault or anything, but i just cant look at him with out feeling sad and angry. what would you do if you were in my shoes. I dont wanna hurt my dads feelings by getting rid of him but my own heart hurts everyday because of this.