Man's best friend.
Less than a year after we were married, my wife and I were talking about getting a dog. We had a house, big backyard, and wanted to practice on a dog before having kids. So we landed on getting a dachshund and named him Oscar, as in Oscar Meyer Wiener Dog, which we frequently called him. He was tiny and for several months, was fine with some supervision to stay in the backyard as he did his business. During the winter the snow was typically higher than him so no worries about escape. In the spring, we fenced in the backyard and double-checked Oscar's shoulder width to make sure he couldn't wiggle through the wood pickets.
|The day we brought Oscar home|
|The Easter egg massacre|
|DQ for Oscar's last birthday|
|He and his bear|
|Waiting for his Christmas stocking|