A Dachshund! Are you kidding?

When Paul got his miniature dachshund, Tazo, I could hardly believe it. My attitude toward little dogs had always been less than respectful. They were 'yappy' and not big enough to do much. Who wants a dog that lives its life indoors. My mother always said, "Dogs belong outside!", end of story. We've had many dogs. At last count, I think five! Ours were shaggy, unkempt, run around loose animals that ate our leftovers. Two had been black labs and none had been small enough to squeeze through a drain pipe!