We were adopted by a wire-haired dachshund about 10 years ago. Great little dog, but she preferred to sleep on the recliner on my side of the bed under a blanket. Unfortunately, she was hit by a vehicle almost 5 years ago. That hit me really hard. 7 months later we found a long-haired version at a rescue shelter over in Tulsa. Drove over there and he rode home on my lap with nary a whimper. He likes to sleep on the bed, under the covers and wrapped around the wife's feet. Winn is now almost 5 years old, very even tempered and really likes to cuddle. He does think he is the food sheriff and has the two bigger dogs in the house (Rat Terrier and a Beagle) pretty much buffaloed about access to the common food and water bowls. We have to remind him daily he isn't the sheriff. Ruby was our first Doxie, Winn is our second and now I can't envision not having a Dachshund. They really do grow on you, but I like dogs . . . a lot.


Someday I hope to be the person my dogs think I am . . .
The only true cost of having a dog is its death.
Someone once said "a nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves."
Shiloh Sharps . . . there is no substitute.
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