I know they are the most delicious dogs in the world…. but I wasn’t expecting to be chased down the road with;
“oooooooh…. eeeeeehhh…. ahhhhhh….awwwwwwwwww it’s a sausage dog, can I say hello?”
You could be mistaken for thinking I was parading around town with two miniature unicorns.
I was swooped upon by horse-woman. The bastard child of Mrs Doubtfire and Anne Robinson.
“Ahhhhh Dachshunds. Are they miniatures? No, they can’t be. I had miniatures, they were half the size. Those must be standards.”
Errr, no, they are both miniatures. (Wilhelm is at the smaller end of the spectrum, Wolfgang is much ‘sturdier’ but still a typical sized mini).
“No, mine were at least half the size, even smaller than half the size ACTually. THOSE are definitely standards.”
You idiot woman. If you had a dog less than half the size of little Wilhelm it would be called a Guinea Pig. (I didn’t say that but I thought it as loudly as I could).
Not much tops “My dog calls that a snack… HA HA HA HA”, (then bellowing with laughter at their own magnificent wit).