I will always remember the day that your Dad said, "I'm tired of not having a dog, you can get your dachshund!" By the end of the week, we had bought you before your Dad could change his mind. From the very beginning, you were tough, you were a ham. And oh boy, you were SO cute.
You're so photogenic and have always posed well for the camera. You know you get a biscuit for cooperating.
You've always loved your brother Duke. You guys used to play so much when you were puppies.
You love your sleeping bag and anything warm. To you, fleece was one of the greatest inventions ever.
You love to play fetch and never wear out. I can't believe we actually have a picture of you panting. You almost never pant.
You make yourself right at home. And Dad lets you.
Roscoe doesn't understand that your hedgehod is totally off limits. See Duke in the background in his kennel, he knows better than to mess with you!
I remember coming out of the shower one night to find Roscoe up in the bed with you. I can't believe you allowed this to happen.
I love that you burrow so deep that sometimes the only thing that you can see if the very tip of you nose.
You are such a little lizard dog. You are always perched wherever you can find sunlight.
I never knew that I could love anyone or anything as much as I do you my sweet, cranky, indignant, lovable, cute little hot diggety dog. Happy Birthday Fonzie!