Acquired: Breeder (professional)
Training: I haven't learned care / training techniques
JBLM, Washington, United States
Posted October 15, 2014
Shortly after graduating college, I adopted a long-haired, black and tan dachshund. He was the only pup born to his momma, and maybe that made him more attached to me than normal. My Buddy was the cutest little 1.8 lb of ears and feet that you have ever seen. And this little guy could scream like a house alarm if he thought you had been consumed by the shower or you decided to get into bed without giving him a helping hand up. Being true to his breed, he burrowed under the covers every night and only came out periodically to pant and then dive right back in again. He was happier with a cat bed (the kind with the canopy) that he used when I was working. Buddy absolutely loved cats - probably because the vet clinic cat, where I worked, used to drag him around and clean him when he was a baby. Buddy was not active and running consisted of finding the nearest lap to sit on at the dog park and watch all the foolishness in front of him. He was a little food aggressive but at a whopping 8 lbs...really? I guess I just humored him and agreed he was big and tough. Buddy was very healthy his whole life. He never had back problems because I never let him get fat (no people food ever) and he came from a good breeding line (genetics play a big role). My best Buddy in the whole world died very suddenly at the age of twelve. There are so many stories, I could tell you about my Buddy...but if anything remember this - Not one day goes back I don't think about that dog, and I promise you, if you get a long-hair dachshund you are bringing home a truly amazing loving little dog.