I have three dachshunds…precious dachshunds.
The thing is…they all have slight idiosyncrasies. There’s Dach – the oldest – who thinks he is the king of the house…seriously. He is definitely the alpha male. He prances around like he owns the place. He growls at you if you tell him “no.” Then there’s Chipper – the middle child – who is a bit special…like ed. Really…he is. He’s cute, but he just doesn’t quite get the whole bonding thing (except with my little brother who is Chipper’s idol). He’s a man’s man (er…dog). Then there’s my baby Archie – the rescued baby boy – who is just now beginning to understand that he has a family who loves him. He is a precious, bouncing ball of energy, and is curious about everything.
The one thing they all have in common…they all hate costumes.
But aren’t they precious?
Ok, while I think it’s silly for a person to put their pets in costume (I stand on principle here!!) I LOVE the hot dog. I’m more of a cat person myself, but I will always have a special place in my heart for dachshunds. My grandma has one (she was technically my dog my senior year of high school, but I couldn’t take her with me to college) who is a little overweight, but we love her anyway. She is almost 13 years old, and is silver dappled. She used to look A LOT like the first dog pictured, but her hair has really started to go more gray/silver over the past couple of years.
P.S. Glad to see a new ShoeShe post!! Looking forward to NaBloPoMo.