I had a little dog named chipper who was part of my soul. he lived very well for over 12 years, and departed in 1997. i was totally devastated/ i planned to go to cedar key, florida, to live for a while. on the way back home from finding a place to stay, i felt chipper tell me to go to the humane society when i get home. i went and looked around. beautiful, adorable, precious, every one. i was about to leave, when i saw a cage i didn't notice when i came in. a little mostly black dog, looks like beagle/terrier, even though the tag said chi/dachs, which is what i thought i wanted. i asked about him. he was available for adoption that day. there was no waiting list. that's unusual for one with as much personality as he has. of coarse he came home with me, even put his paws on the steering wheel & drove himself. i didn't know what to name him. then when we got to cedar key, he assumed authority. so i named him for cedar key. he still owns the place, and of coarse, mother's heart.