Dachshunds are kind of my thing. Back in 2009, my family and I were sitting in Taco Johns when I managed to convince my dad to adopt another dachshund. This was not an easy task, and it actually took years. But when my grandma called about a puppy that her neighbor's dog just had, my siblings and I were finally able to push my dad over the edge. After a three and a half hour drive to McCook, Nebraska on November 17, 2009 we finally had our weiner dog.
We named him Frankie because we're just super creative, and from that day on I've been obsessed. Here's why:
1. He is a diva.
He can't speak out loud, but his sass says it all. Frank is a dra-ma-queen. And I absolutely love it.
2. Snapchat filters on him are never disappointing.
Snapchat filters aren't designed for pointy-faces, I totally get it. But that doesn't mean I can't at least try...
3. He feels the pain of shortness.
Because of our mutually short legs, I feel we relate on a whole different level. He is me in dog form.
4. He really knows how to relax.
If you start to pet him, he will basically melt into the surface he's laying on. Cue the layers upon layers of chins!
5. When he gets tired, he looks like Snoop Dogg.
Just before he's about to close his eyes, he has this moment where he zones out and looks just like Snoop Dogg when he squints his eyes. Do you know how many Snapchat opportunities you have when your dog looks like a tired-famous-rapper? A lot.
6. He looks like an actual hot dog.
He occasionally tucks his feet completely under himself and looks like a straight-up piece of sausage.
7. He won't complain about my Netflix choices.
He will never get annoyed with endless episodes of The Office, so I feel no judgement.
8. He make's dinosaurs cute.
...for like 2 seconds. Then he ripped the costume off.
9. He's even photogenic in his sleep.
I feel like even dogs would notice if their tongues were drying out in their sleep, but this is a regular occurrence for him.
10. After all that, he still wants to be around me.
Even when I bother him with a million pictures and jokes at his expense, he still wants to hangout with me just about always.
I think the obsession is mutual.
