Toto was a mini dachshund with 9 lives of a cat, and our first family pet. He lived with us from 1974 to 1984. These stories will be in no particular order...just as I remember them. He had the heart of a Great Dane in a dachshund body. His favorite
dog food was Mighty Dog. He lived the life of a Mighty Dog too. Once we were on our way out of town to the beach. Toto and our daughter were in the back seat. He was in her lap sniffing the air, through what we thought, was a small crack in the window. We were in the middle of the city at a stop light. On the left side of the car there was a park (thankfully by the curb). Toto spotted a squirrel running in the park. In a flash his badger hunting genes kicked in, he wiggled out of our daughter's arms. By the time I realized what was happening, the time the tip of his tail cleared the window. We were all in a momentary state of total shock. He should not have been able to move after jumping out of a car window onto concrete 3' below. He landed on his feet like a cat. He was off in a flash chasing a squirrel across the park. The next instant I was out of the car telling my husband to meet me on the other side of the park. I took off like a banshee running after that squirrel crazed dog. I really and truly did not think I would catch him before the reached the other side of the park and the busy street. About midway through the park, Toto stopped in his tracks. I expect the squirrel scurried up a tree to get away from Mighty Dog. Toto saw me approaching, stood perfectly still waiting for me. I bent down to pick up 10 lbs of pure dog, gave him a stern 'don't ever do that again' talk and a big hug. He was so pleased with himself. He was wagging that tail so hard his entire body was moving. The look on his face said,"Mom did you see me? Did you know I could jump that far and run that fast?" Often when he slept he would involuntarily move in his sleep. I'm sure he was reliving his first and last great escape. I have many more Dachshund Chronicles to share. Mom