People have strange notions and do some of the
craziest things, but I don’t mind them. I get all the attention I want
from Mama, Papa, who’s a pastor, and my sweet little baby sister,
Annika, who loves my kisses. But there’s one thing lacking…people food. I
love people food. After you’ve had it, that dried-up dog food tastes
like cardboard. That’s why I count on my absolute favorite person in the
world, Papa, who calls me his “Granddawg,” and his best friend,
Sellars. They’ve been known to slip me the good stuff now and then, when
Mama and Grandma aren’t looking.
Most dogs just lie around, passively accepting what comes their way,
watching the world go by. That sounds suspiciously like a cat to me. I
want the world to know I AM DACHSHUND—the guardian, the sentinel, the
keeper of everything my family holds dear….