Dachshunds

I think everyone in the world needs a miniature long nosed ear slapping dachshund. They are guaranteed to make you laugh every day, and sometimes twice in the same day. Mine, Ms. Deep South Dallas, or Dallas or Dallee for short, is a born comic. At 8 years old we have to keep a close eye on her because she has a cervical disc that has prolapsed. This keeps her from being the total acrobat that she sometimes is. The dog can fly magically with little dino legs stretched out straight in front of her from couch to chair to carpet to down the hall and around the corner.

Yesterday was a dog park adventure and gopher chase that landed Ms. Dallas body deep in a gopher hole with only a little dachshund butt emerging from said hole. Once she was fished out of the hole, in protest of course, the Mister had to clean out her mouth and teeth because they were full of grass bits, weeds, and of course the obligatory mud. She was a happy dog. Life is good and dogs always make life better. I love you Dal. Live long and prosper.