Yesterday I got a call. We talked about this and that, and one of the last sentences was "well, I never have a problem getting to talk to people, thanks to my dachshund". It reminded me of many dogs whom I had the pleasure to have known over the years.
Aaron, the neighbor's black poodle, who had an unfortunate desire for legs or my friend's black poodle who mostly chose to ignore me. There were also a few dachshunds in friends' families in my childhood, Struppi for example, probably the most independent of them, sweet pup Hexe (I didn't see her grow up because another family took her in after her owner died), Finni with the soulful eyes and soft ears. There was Hera, the German Shepherd on the farm, who let the cats eat first, and later my beloved Flocki on a different farm. I remember the sweet old cocker spaniel lady from one neighborhood who suffered from arthritis, so her human always carried her back home from their walks. I can also think of a few that I didn't trust that much, like the Great Dane in the neighborhood who looked as if he could make his human, a petite elderly lady, fly, had he chosen to run or the huge Rottweiler.
Then there are the doggies on Zibbet, at least a few of them.
Are you a dog person?
|Lagunitas beer bottle cap coaster by Mimi & Colette|
|Tote bag by Harper Rose|| |
|4 dachshund/doxie coasters by Kibbles|
|"Fading away" - man and his dog photo by Shashamane Dream Photos|