I used to laugh at the owners of Dachschunds. I used to call the dogs, “weiner dogs”. While always impressed by the fact that these little fellows didn’t realize they were little fellows, I never was impressed by the way their owners carried on about them.
Now I R 1.
That’s right. The Lord chose to answer the prayers of my boys today. They have been praying for a dog. My wife’s co-worker, Rod, came in today and asked her if she would be interested in a registered Dachschund hound.
He is 11 months old and his name is George.
Rod told me he was cold-natured. When I was in Wal-Mart earlier getting some dog food and stuff, I noticed the little doggy sweaters. I almost bought one. Strange is the effect these little fellers have on their owners, is it not?
I hope to post some pictures soon. He really is a fine specimen of doghood.