On June 3, 2008, a longhaired dachshund named Shaggy came into our home and into our hearts. On June 6, 2020, we said goodbye. Shaggy turned sixteen in May, no small feat for a dachshund. He had slowed down considerably in the last year, and we knew that the odds were against him making it
Shaggy does not appreciate it when we eat in front of him and fail to share any food with him. Since he doesn’t get people food (except in rare occasions), that means he gets pretty whiny about it most meals. Today he was worse than usual, so I had to document. Enjoy…
I’ve always wondered how he manages to fall asleep in that donut, but he never has any trouble. Poor guy. Wish he didn’t have to wear it, but he won’t leave his paws ands legs alone if he isn’t wearing it.
