Oh dachshunds are something, we had one when I was a kid. They have big hearts and are as stubborn as they come.
When we bought our place I found an ad for aussie puppies. So we picked one named Max, brown little guy, with blue eyes, to look back in the car was blinding, all my kids have blue eyes and this piece of work had the same shade of blue too.
Anyway, there was a cat that came with the house and Max went after it - through the fence and got hit by a car. He was 6 weeks old
So we found an Airedale breeder in the woods near Richmond, he had 7 month old boy that he was ready to sell. Poor guy was in a cage with dirt floor, filthy but very friendly. We took him home, called him Buster Brown and he set in the corner for 2 days and I had to carry him outside because he was afraid of everything. Seems like the breeder neglected him to some extent - like walking him.
But after washing him and few days he started to trust us and he showed a great deal of personality and he was just the funniest dog you could have. He was 13 month old when we felt he has some health problems, well the vet opened him up and let him sleep - his liver was double the size from the cancer growth.
So we lost two dogs in a span of 6 month and decided to always have more than one just to have some overlap there. Now we have 12 year old airedale, 13 years old great pyrenneese and black lab that is 5 - all rescues, but the two old ones are really going down the hill fast now.
