Dear Diary,
Dad bought a new blanket. He said it was for everyone. Lies. The moment it touched the couch, I claimed it. Louie tried to share, but I gave him the look. Alfie circled like a shark for ten minutes before giving up. Now it’s mine—soft, warm, perfect. Until Dad sat down. Then we had to share. I sighed loudly to show my disappointment. He laughed, but deep down, he knows the blanket belongs to me.
Lesson for today’s humans: Dachshunds love warmth. If your pup burrows, shivers, or steals blankets, they’re not spoiled—they’re built that way. Their low bodies lose heat fast, so soft bedding and cozy spots make them feel secure. Heated pads or fleece throws? Chef’s kiss. Just don’t expect to ever get them back.
