Some people say my dog is unusual looking but always cute. He's a Piebald Dachshund. To be more specific, he looks like a Springer Spaniel with a dachshund body. And his personality is a combination of spaniel and dachshund, as well. He has the sweetness of a spaniel, but the independence and stubbornness of a dachshund.
For example, when he was only a puppy he gave me a lesson in pretending to listen and doing exactly what he wanted to do. I was lecturing my dog about not eating his dinner due to his love of dog cookies. He cocked his head gave me a long look, and then ran into another room, where his crate was located. He dug in the corners of this crate, where he found two dog cookies. He at both of them infront of me, then turned to look at me as if to say "now, what were you saying about no more dog cookies?"
Humphrey is very clear about his likes and dislikes. He loves women and other dogs. he hats loud noise, thunder and "Dancing With the Stars." Being a fan of the above mentioned show, it's not out of the question for me to institute a routine called "Dancing With the Dogs" while watching the show. This routine consists of twirling and dipping my dog to the music. Needless to say, he hates it, and he lets me know in no uncertain terms!
One night in particular stands out. Right after a Tuesday night elemination, I put some Motown on the CD player and danced around the room. Humphrey, clearly fed up with the situation, hauled furry booty to the bedroom and hid under the bed. My dog refused to come out, despite my promises not to dance with him. Only when I turned off the music and put up my CD player did he come out of hiding. And then he only stuck his head out from under the bed to make sure it wasn't a trick. Since that episode, Humphrey has kept a watchful eye on me, and places himself safely under the living room table, beyond my reach. No more "Dancing With the Dogs!"