The first dapple dachshund I ever met stopped me mid sentence. Her coat looked like sunlight through leaves, dark in one patch and pale silver in the next, with one blue eye watching me the whole time. That look is…
The first time I really understood my dachshund, he had moved a chair. Not far, just a few inches across the kitchen tiles, nudged there nose first over the course of an afternoon. It put him at exactly the right…
The dog asleep on my couch, burrowed so deep under a blanket that only a nose shows, descends from one of the bravest hunting dogs Europe ever produced. Centuries ago in the forests of Germany, that same nose was working…
