In my childhood, I liked dachshunds and wanted to have one of my own but my parents never allowed me to have one.
Then, apparently, Peppy the dachshund appeared in my life. She is even nastier than I am. I cannot persuade her that am her Master. She looks at me as if I am her slave and she is in charge. When I stopped her from steeling my dinner she ignored me for a week. But when I get her for a walk – every girl on the street smiles at me.
I am confident - dachshund is the best dog. Moreover - she is so warm that you would save a fortune on your heating bills.