Dear Dashwood. He sits here quietly while we eat our Father's Day feast of grilled salmon and chicken, waiting to be "excused" from his crate so he can sneak over to the trash to try to steal a bone....
He's a sweet doggie -- the love of everyone in the house. Keith plays tug-of-war with him before leaving for work. The boys throw his toys and chase him around, which is Dash's favorite game of all. He sleeps in E's bed every night after keeping me company on the sofa each evening after dinner.
He'll be two in September, so he's not really a puppy anymore, but dachshunds retain that puppy-like look into adulthood. Perhaps that's why I've always loved them so much.
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He is very pretty or should I say handsome :) His coat is so shiny!
Very cute!
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