
There is so much stuff that I have to play with that I wanted to use this forum to thank everyone for helping me fend off another year of boredom with treats, toys, and stylish clothes. Thank you everyone! Bark Bark!



Bojoe is just your average dachshund around Washington, DC. Always in search of chicken, sofas, and leisure his exploits are journaled in this blog for the world to enjoy.
"These Republican leaders have not been content with attacks on me, or my wife, or on my sons. No, not content with that, they now include my little dog, Fala. Well, of course, I don't resent attacks, and my family doesn't resent attacks, but Fala does resent them. You know, Fala is Scotch, and being a Scottie, as soon as he learned that the Republican fiction writers in Congress and out had concocted a story that I had left him behind on the Aleutian Islands and had sent a destroyer back to find him--at a cost to the taxpayers of two or three, or eight or twenty million dollars--his Scotch soul was furious. He has not been the same dog since. I am accustomed to hearing malicious falsehoods about myself--such as that old, worm-eaten chestnut that I have represented myself as indispensable. But I think I have a right to resent, to object to libelous statements about my dog."
--Sept. 23, 1944, address to the Teamsters Union
long story short, my stepsister and her husband found a runaway mini-dachshund and after months of looking for the owner, they finally just kept her. three mini-dachshunds is apparently a lot, so she's now taken up residence with us. Less than six pounds and probably shorter than my forearm, and to top it all off she'll play fetch until you're too tired to throw anymore. now i just have to teach her to sit up like bo.