My family always had dachshunds.
Here are a couple of pictures of my Grandmother TG with her precious baby Rusty:
And when I was young, we had a dachshund named Butch, until he bit one of my best friends and my parents gave him away to a fireman who owned a farm in the country.
I always wondered what REALLY happened to Butch… is the story about the fireman true, or family lore to protect the feelings of little girls?
Anyway, the other day I was walking across East 55th Street, and I passed this shop window:
I walked past, and then stopped and backtracked to it again.
Those are purses with dachshunds on them – cool!
There’s a purse with one dachshund
There’s a purse with two dachshunds
There’s even a purse with three dachshunds!
How cute are these bags?!
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to go inside and price the bags; I did look at their website later, but the bags were not mentioned.
Boy are they cute!
Since we’re talking about these personable little hot dogs, here’s some dachshund trivia for you:
Author E. B. White wrote about his dachshund, Fred:
“Being the owner of dachshunds, to me a book on dog discipline becomes a volume of inspired humor. Every sentence is a riot. Some day, if I ever get a chance, I shall write a book, or warning, on the character and temperament of the dachshund and why he can’t be trained and shouldn’t be. I would rather train a striped zebra to balance an Indian club than induce a dachshund to heed my slightest command. When I address Fred I never have to raise either my voice or my hopes. He even disobeys me when I instruct him in something he wants to do.”
Other well-known humans and their dachshunds, according to Wikipedia:
John F. Kennedy – Dunker
William Randolf Hearst – Helena
Pablo Picasso – Lump
Jack Ruby – Sheba
Andy Warhol – Archie and Amos