Hello, my name is Reggie.

Reggie if you are calling me in for dinner or when the humans need me. Reginald is my proper name, reserved for when I am caught chewing something I should not or up to a bit of mischief, which happens quite a lot. I am 3 years old and a double dapple dachshund.

I came to my humans from The Red Foundation (TRF), as an emergency foster. I have merle ocular dysgenesis, a progressive eye condition, so my vision is limited and I will need monitoring for the rest of my life. My right eye was completely blind and causing me pain, so in November 2025 TRF made sure it was removed. They paid for everything so I could finally have peace in my head and start living properly. My remaining eye has very little vision, so I have regular check-ups which are fully funded and will continue for the rest of my life.

Before TRF stepped in, my future looked very bleak. My hind legs were sore and wobbly, and I was anxious about everything. Now they fund all my ongoing treatments to keep me comfortable and happy, including pain medication and anxiety medication. I take supplements for my joints to help me move around comfortably. I might need further surgeries for my eyes or legs in the future and TRF will be there to support me.

I came to a foster home, and it has now become my forever home. I quickly became my mum’s shadow and her biggest fan. She fell in love with me instantly because she could see that I am such a loving boy who just requires patience, understanding, and love. I love nothing more than a cuddle from her. I live with three other dachshunds, two boys and a girl, and a cat. My boisterous personality quickly won them over. My sibling friend Lumière, who is also from TRF and a year younger than me, bounces around with me constantly and helps me keeps the humans on their toes.

I am also a ninja when it comes to food. Blind or not, I can locate anything edible. A crumb on the floor disappears before anyone notices. Cheese being unwrapped, biscuits left unattended, even a sneaky bit of ham on a plate are gone before the humans can blink. When I am caught, the humans call me Reginald, my proper name for plotting, sneaking, and general mischief, though I like to think of it as extreme skill training.

I like to test the humans sometimes, especially at night. I bark to make sure they are paying attention. They always come. They always check. Slowly, I have learned that my world can be predictable even with one working eye and wobbly legs. I know the house by memory and smell, and I know exactly where the sofa is, the best spot in the house naturally.

Despite my challenges, I am gaining confidence every day. I can run, explore, stealtreats, and snuggle with my pack. I came here as a foster, but I stayed because I found my people, my pack, and my home.

I may not see the world clearly, but I know exactly where I belong.

Much love,

Reggie, or Reginald when I am up to no good