We have two dachshunds that we just love to pieces. Our
little male Putz would lick you to death and is a cuddler. He has to be in the
same room you’re in or right up next to you if you’re on the couch. He's
always close. (Putz is the light brown long haired and Ashley is the dark wire haired dachshunds. They like to sit on my husband's desk while he works.)
Ashley, our little female dachshund, is head dog. The toys
are all hers, both dog beds are hers, the food is all hers and yet she loves
Putz. She will bite him on the ear and pull him in the direction she wants him
to go. She’s the fierce protector and barks at anything that moves or sometimes
doesn’t move. Yet she’s afraid of everything. She will be barking one moment
and cowering under the bed the next.
Their personalities are so different and yet we enjoy both
of them. Our vet calls them the wild bunch, and when we go into the vet’s
office, they cower in fear while the office staff loves on them. They know, the
visit is not going to be fun and when we leave, they prance out the door so
happy to be going home.
