According to most people, I'm the type of person they would imagine owning a pair of large Chocolate Labs or a German Shepard. A "manly" dog that could withstand a 20 mile run and would wrestle a bear for me. Instead, they find me with two long-haired miniature Dachshunds. They are small balls of fur that seem to shed their weight in hair every 20 minutes and cost a small fortune to keep healthy. But I love the little bastards.
Today I'll introduce Luger, the oldest of the two. He is now 5 years old and sits at a meaty 15 lbs. If Luger were a full grown man, I believe we would come to fisticuffs at least every other day. He is the canine version of a Dirt Devil, but unlike the vacuum, his intake of inedible objects is not left in a neat little bag to throw in the trash. Just last year, he had to be rushed to the vet to surgically remove a bowel obstruction caused by discarded carpet, pine needles, a clump of my girlfriend's hair, rubber from one of those supposedly indestructible dog toys, and a small piece of my sanity. After a 2 day recovery period, I brought him home, and the first time I took him outside to use the bathroom, he inhaled a pine cone.
But despite being a stubborn little thing, he is an amazing dog. I'll save those stories for another time.
I find it funny how people are always misjudging. We live in a society that likes to judge and for stereotypes.
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