Dear Diary,
Dad dropped something in the kitchen tonight. It made the sound. The glorious, forbidden crunch of food meeting floor. I dashed in like lightning—Frank behind me, Alfie sliding into the cabinet. Victory! Except it was lettuce. I spat it out in disgust and looked betrayed. Dad laughed so hard he dropped a real treat. Coincidence? I think not.
Lesson: Dachshunds are expert “floor inspectors.” Always keep human snacks out of reach and teach a solid “leave it” command. Quick reactions can save us from chocolate, onions, or sneaky raisins that could make us sick. Safety first—even when salad deception is involved.
