It occurred to me that it’s been a while since I’ve posted any photos of Tessa. Or talked about her, for that matter.
Children exclaim, “It’s a hot dog!” or “It’s a wiener dog!” and ask us if they can pet her. (We always let them, but believe it or not, Tessa’s actually a bit hand shy. She will walk up to someone boldly, but the minute they try to put their hands on her? She cowers and wants us to pick her up. She’s a sissy.)
Adults coo over her. We also get a lot of “Is she full grown?” questions. I think their first impressions are always that she’s a puppy since she’s so “small.” In reality, she’s just healthy. Most dachshunds are overweight, so people aren’t used to seeing dachshunds of Tessa’s size. You know, the size they’re supposed to be.
Even when people drive past us in cars, you can always see their expressions change when they notice little Tess. We’ll see them smile, or sometimes can even read their lips when they say, “Look at the hot dog.”
But several weeks ago, we heard a new one.
We have a Blockbuster within walking distance of our house. On nice weekend evenings, we’ll sometimes walk Tessa over there to rent a movie. (We always pick her up and take her inside with us–She’s really good, just hangs out in my arms, and the Blockbuster people are really nice about it.)
Anyway, we walked over there and as we approached the door, an elderly man came walking out, took one look at us, and goes “Oh! A sausage dog!”
He then told us about how so-and-so’s uncle’s friend’s mother had a dachshund when he was growing up. (This is a common occurrence, too. Everyone knows a dachshund somehow.)
After he left, Michael and I laughed. A sausage dog.
There’s just no arguing with that.
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 32 and have been married to Michael for six years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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