A week ago, we adopted a miniature dachshund from BARC, an animal shelter here in Brooklyn. Although we'd been talking sort of casually about bringing a pooch into the family, we'd never really made the decision to do it. Alas, all it took was for us to meet Helga and any indecision, any hesitation was gone. By all outward indications, she seemed like a nice dog. But after a week of hanging out with her, it's undeniable: This Dog is the Bomb.
Here are some observations about her behavior so far:
When she's excited, her whole body wags, not just her tail.
She likes to dig for stuff, anytime, anywhere. In the carpet, in the couch, the bed, the chair, the pile of mulch around the tree in the park. In the morning, middle of the night, whenever. The reason for this, I'm given to understand, is that these dogs were bred to dig badgers out of the ground. This explains the "paddle-like" shape of their front paws, the pointed nose, the long, muscular neck, and the resonant bark.
She can hear stuff and smell stuff that we can't even fucking imagine.
She poops twice a day on average (not bad!)
She singles out certain people on the street to bark at, while leaving 90% of other people alone. Haven't figured out why. Thinking she may have some intuition about a person's feeling toward animals (or at least sweatered wiener dogs).
She acts like she'd do anything for us -- and she's only known us for a week!TAGS ---> BARC helga dog adoption
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