I love this! I looked after a gorgeous dachshund called Spud once. He came to stay for six weeks while his owner went to Australia and I fell in love. He slept on my futon in my tiny flat in Shepherds Bush and waddled to work with me. I didn’t want to give him back and ever since have longed to have one of my own. Instead I ended up with sheepdogs! But maybe the time will come. The right dogs find you I feel.
“as if to say ‘don’t even think about it, I may be small but I will make you watch as I murder your family before draining you of blood and pissing on your corpse’. I mean, it works. No one fucks with Bella.” I’m still laughing now. Utterly brilliant. Go Bella!
I thought this was wonderful to read, and rendered me mushy and sloppy (hiding it) at the great photographs of her. She is very beautiful and has only made my wish for a dachshund even more vocal.
But in the highly unlikely event of this ever coming to pass, I’d go with a more butch standard - I’m still working through the juxtaposition of me, a middle aged leatherman, and a dachshund in public: a mate has a mastiff and that works fine, but I think a dachshund and I might - just - bring it off…although yapping is just never a good look ever for anyone.
I love this! I looked after a gorgeous dachshund called Spud once. He came to stay for six weeks while his owner went to Australia and I fell in love. He slept on my futon in my tiny flat in Shepherds Bush and waddled to work with me. I didn’t want to give him back and ever since have longed to have one of my own. Instead I ended up with sheepdogs! But maybe the time will come. The right dogs find you I feel.
I absolutely agree! But also, wouldn't your sheepdogs like to have a bossy, waddley, short but fearsome friend??
“as if to say ‘don’t even think about it, I may be small but I will make you watch as I murder your family before draining you of blood and pissing on your corpse’. I mean, it works. No one fucks with Bella.” I’m still laughing now. Utterly brilliant. Go Bella!
What lovely read :)
Oh hey! First Jarman and now Bella.
I thought this was wonderful to read, and rendered me mushy and sloppy (hiding it) at the great photographs of her. She is very beautiful and has only made my wish for a dachshund even more vocal.
But in the highly unlikely event of this ever coming to pass, I’d go with a more butch standard - I’m still working through the juxtaposition of me, a middle aged leatherman, and a dachshund in public: a mate has a mastiff and that works fine, but I think a dachshund and I might - just - bring it off…although yapping is just never a good look ever for anyone.
And she’s red!
“Silly sausage.” 🤣 I see you.