For some reason – well actually for two reasons – every day or two I get an advert popping up on my FaceBook page telling me about a new delight for daschund owners. Normally it is a t-shirt or something of the sort which allow me to publicize to the world that my life is controlled by four (eight in my case) legged, elongated, demanding Hounds from Hell. I have been collecting them to no known purpose – sorry the adverts not the dogs – they, so I’m told, do have a purpose. What that purpose may be I will leave to you, my faithful reader, to decided.
I will leave the last word to the remarkable wordsmithing of E. B. White and his observation on his beloved Fred.
Being the owner of dachshunds, to me a book on dog discipline becomes a volume of inspired humor. Every sentence is a riot. Some day, if I ever get a chance, I shall write a book, or warning, on the character and temperament of the dachshund and why he can’t be trained and shouldn’t be. I would rather train a striped zebra to balance an Indian club than induce a dachshund to heed my slightest command. When I address Fred I never have to raise either my voice or my hopes. He even disobeys me when I instruct him in something he wants to do.
E. B. White
Oh wait a minute I stand corrected the last word – or a least image will go to the Hounds from Hell.
*As if anyone can actually own a dachshund!!!!!
On this day in 1898: Caleb Bradham‘s beverage “Brad’s Drink” is renamed “Pepsi-Cola”