In the fabulous last post I introduced you to the cats who own the roost and run the show. We also have another critter. A critter that isn’t as cool or hip as the cats. That’s right; we suffer from the ownership of…. a dog.
Being a cat person, a dog was not on the forefront of my needs. However, now that I am married I am slowly learning that I have to be accepting of people whose ways are not exactly like those of my own. Everyone hits this point in life eventually. I hit it at 30.
Now don’t get me completely wrong. I grew up with dogs. I had a cocker spaniel that I loved and my Mom is never far from a beagle. I just never saw a need to have a dog in my nice, clean house. It seemed counterproductive.
And what about dog breeds? Since its such a huge commitment owning a dog one wants to make sure the type of dog being owned doesn’t suck too much. My wife wanted a terrier, and I am not that big of a fan of the breed. They have too much energy.
After working through some issues my wife and I agreed that we would compromise and acquire a specimen of a breed exactly between a terrier and a beagle. Yes, you guessed it: the miniature dachshund.
The particular instance of dachshund we acquired is a dapple dachshund named Tuxley. He is your ordinary dog with a few special features that we had installed directly from the factory.
The first special feature is the snozz! This is no ordinary nose. It exceeds others by a good 4 inches. On this particular model this is considered a luxury item since the snozz is required for walking. In order to walk the nose must be down on the ground rooting through whatever stands in its way.
In the back you have your more ordinary dog features; a bum that makes dog poo that in turn shows up all over the yard. Unfortunately there wasn’t an option available to remove this issue. Fortunately I was able to negotiate with the wife and arranged for her to deal with all poo issues. This makes the dog much more bearable.
Overall I really can’t complain (even though I am looking for an excuse to). Tuxley is a pretty good dog, and I try hard not to hold things against critters that they have no control over. I am certain given the option Tuxley would have chosen to be born a cat. Why wouldn’t he?
Tuxley does keep the wife pretty busy. She is running agility with Tuxley and generally trying to keep his life interesting. She just taught him to roller over and she is working through the trick book to teach him other semi-cute tricks.
How about some pictures:
Oh yea. One other very important thing. Since Tuxley has come into my life, my wife has not said one thing about having a baby. This gives the Tuxley a definite +1 in my book!