I was only eight weeks old when I was adopted into my new human
family who knew immediately I was a super dog. They proudly gave me the
name Sarge—after my Papa Duke, who was a sergeant in the Army. Quite
a fitting name for a good-looking dachshund too, I might add. I just
know someday I’ll do great and mighty things, befitting a super dog.
But
in the meanwhile, I’ll just steal your heart and make you laugh out
loud with the antics of this “chow hound.” And maybe, if you come over,
Papa and I—two food lovers—might just share a snack or two with you,
too.
