I was owned by a dachshund named Dotcom for sixteen years. He trained me well. I, as his personal human, learned his preferences and catered to his every whim. He was not always easy, he was moody, and if I did not perform to standards, I was promptly corrected. He lived a happy life, and although his ashes rest on my dresser in the bedroom, I feel at peace. I was a good human, and he was the best owner any human could hope for. One of the last gifts I bought my owner, was a bandana from Dog Days Bakery at Vero Beach Farmers Market, he loved it! He would wear it for a while, then he would slobber all over it, take it off and chew on it, then fall asleep with it between his little paws. I have not washed it since he past away, but that is another blog post.