In which I am an idiot over a dachshund.

Foxie Doxie makes me crazy. He barks at everyone and everything. Walking him is a nightmare, as no amount of leash training can contain his urge to run like a maniac. He eats bunny droppings and sheds like it’s an Olympic sport.

You want one, don’t you?

But here’s the thing. He has the silkiest ears in the whole world. And he perches on his hind legs like a freakin’ meerkat when he wants your attention – sometimes with his tongue barely sticking out. The cuteness is almost unbearable.

This morning, I walked into the bedroom to see a little round lump in the middle of the bed. Because he’s like his mama, Foxie Doxie is not a morning person. He had gone back to bed – under the covers, natch.

When he heard me walk in the room, I heard the “thump, thump, thump” of his tail. He crawled out just so his head was exposed and he collapsed from the stress of it all. He did, however, summon the strength to kiss me.

Dammit. I love this dog.