I loved my daschund.
I miss her an awful lot. We had to give her to another family when we made this military move. I'm so against giving away a dog, but we couldn't find suitable housing that would allow a dog.
My Gabby was one mean dog! She could scare the biggest, baddest shepard you've ever seen.
We used to take Gabby camping with us, and she loved to play with the armadillos. We used to do remote camping on Lake Ouachita's islands. It was perfect because Gabby could roam our little world without getting too far away. One day we heard her growling and yelping and beating a path towards camp. This armadillo was right ahead of her, running like the wind! Once they would get to the end of the island, they would turn around and the armadillo would chase Gabby!
At one point, Gabby caught ahold of that armadillo's tail and he jumped nearly 3 feet in the air. It was the funniest thing I had EVER seen.
Gabby also knew how to work the electric window buttons on car doors. She once locked me out of my running car in the rain. I had to coax her into rolling the window down so I could get back in!
On another camping trip, we were in my husband's truck and had stopped to let the girls brush their teeth at the campground bathroom. I stepped out to throw a can into the garbage (right at the edge of the truck) and my husband stepped out as well. Of course, Gabby locked the running car, once again. Only this time, Gabby locked our 10-month old baby inside. We nearly had to break a window to get back in.
Ah, yes. Nothing like life with a weenie dog.