They're incredibly smart, focused when need be but without the seriousness of a Border Collie (that inability to calm down and act like a dumbass is a reason I'm not a BC fan as a whole. I'm not serious enough to handle one).
There's tons of variety with two "official" sizes, three different coat types, and more colors, patterns and hues than you can shake a stick at. They're funny, mischievous, adventurous, loyal, active and brave.
|Squee! Baby Nola pic that has something to do with this post....|
But despite all their charms, none of the above is my favorite thing about the breed. My favorite thing about having a Dachshund is I can slip the word "wiener" into casual conversations without sounding
"Hey, what's up?"
"Oh nothing much. Just playing with my wiener. How 'bout you?"
"Aww, can I pet your dog?"
"Are you asking to pet my wiener?"
"Man, stressed right now!"
"I'm sorry, that sucks. Do you want to stroke my winer? That always makes me feel better."
"Want to hang out later?"
"Can't, I need to spend some quality time with my wiener."
"What's your favorite thing to do with your dog?"
"My wiener and I enjoy playing tug."
"What a beautiful dog!"
"Thanks! My wiener's a pretty nice specimen, isn't she? So long and hard...bodied."
Oh yeah. I went there.
|And you wonder where I get my lovely and perverted sense of humor.|
PS: If you really think I only have a Dachshund so I can say a slang word for penis, kindly stick that theory were the sun doesn't shine.