In grade school, my family owned a bad ass little red dachshund named Gretchen. The boys down the street used to harass her daily, and she'd tear after them like a lion in heat, hell bent on nipping the first exposed ankle she could find. Her tough-as-nails attitude landed her with a little old lady from church who needed a fierce "no bullshit" companion. A sad day for me, a happy day for Little Old Miss Whatshername.
All these years later, my heart still melts when I catch sight of one of these "small on the outside, big on the inside" dogs. And, to add some sugar to my not-so-sweet memory, Fall 2008 is all about the dachshund. So, do yourself a favor and show the wiener some love!