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Hi, my name is Henri and I'm a 3 year old Weiner Dog who loves to share adventures. Here is a story I'd like to share with you, It's called "How I came to be me"
I am told that I existed long before I was born.
How is that possible you say?
Well my Mum had a dream long ago when she was about 10 years old about having a Weiner Dog whose name was Henri. In this dream she evisioned rolling her Weiner Dog up like a tire and rolling him down the street. She doesn’t remember much more of the dream and has no idea why she had the dream. There were no Weiner Dogs in her life then or ever – until me!
So many, many moons later, Mum and my 10 year old sister Caitlin were at Fishworld – a store they frequented often since Caitlin was seriously into fish & geckos.
Well, one day when they went, there I was in a playpen with my brother. We was about 2 months old.
We of course were so cute and they cuddled us and Mum remembered her dream and named me Henri and my brother Hank. They started going to Fishworld every day but just to see us. I was the favorite. They took me for walks. Eventually they brought my Dad who agreed that I was very cute, but there was no way ever that we were getting another dog. They already had Bear who is a Border Collie/Kelpi mix. “AND CERTAINLY NOT A WEINER DOG”, my Dad said.
Luckily for me Mum and Caitlin had fallen in love with me and they tortured Dad. Caitlin made up songs about me. They begged, they pleaded, they promised the moon, but Dad was having none. It got to the point that he would wait in the car while Mum and Caitlin visited and then came back and gushed about how cute I was. I gave them my best stuff!
Eventually Dad was out numbered & out played and he gave in!!!!!
Mum and Sis were so happy and so began my life of being Henri!
If you have a story about how you were named, I’d love to hear about it!
You can read more about me on my blog called Being Henri
great story about how you were named and brought into the lives of your human beans, my story is none so fascinating as yours, but I did do a lot of pleading for our second dog myself, firstly when we saw the breeder we got Monty from had had another litter, and secondly when everyone else chose a different pup! We got Monty because our hearts belong in a place south of the south coast of England called the Isle of Wight, we saw an Australian shepherd there, the first one we'd ever seen, and through researching, found the breeder on the island, and they were due a litter soon, perfect. Again, everyone chose a different pup to me, and I had a hard job trying to convince them, only when the puppies were 8 weeks, and almost old enough for us to take home, did they allow their minds to be changed 
