Getting Her Nose Pushed In

In 1990 when I was 12 or 13, mom, dad, and I went to the animal shelter in Cheyenne and ended up adopting a sweet little red dachshund, Buddy. Buddy was the first dachshund we ever owned and thus began our love for the breed.

Anyways, we had just adopted Buddy at the shelter and were eating lunch in Cheyenne before heading home. We were talking about how our existing pets, namely our tabby cat Sandy, would take the new addition to our family. I told mom and dad that Sandy was bound to “get her nose pushed in.” What I meant was that she was going to “get her nose bent out of shape.”