Today is our dachshund Duke's sixth birthday! Our home has never been the same since we brought him home as a scared little eight-week-old puppy. It didn't take him long, however, to make himself at home in our house as well as in our hearts. He's sweet, loyal, LOUD (typical dachshund), funny . . . oh yeah, and evil, too: when he gets his squeak toy, he keeps it about one inch out of my reach, all the while looking at me with a devilish gleam in his eye, growling. I declare that dawg looks like he's grinning at me :).
Here are some pics from the day we saw him at the doxie farm to how he looks now:
