• Dharma Curious (he/him)@slrpnk.net
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    18 hours ago

    I have three dachshunds. Two minis, Mary & Maizie, and a full size, Monty.

    Mary we often call a little wolverine, because she can be vicious when she plays, making the most horrific noises you’ve ever heard out of any creature, much less someone that looks so absolutely disgustingly cute and adorable.

    Her sister, Maizie, is the sweetest, kindest, shyest and nicest creature. Unless she sees a rat. Then it’s terrifying. She makes no sound as she runs at full speed, and snaps it up and shakes at the speed of sound. I don’t think her feet even touch the ground.

    Monty is the biggest baby, he just wants to sleep and cuddle, even when he was a puppy. Unless you touch his mama. I am not allowed to hug my own mother, because he stands there and barks and howls and shoves his body between whoever’s touching her and her. Lol.

    If anything of them could take a badger it would Maizie, but I don’t think even she could.

    Also, this was originally supposed to be much shorter and more on topic, but then I had a chance to describe my dogs, and, y’know, muh babies!

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      8 hours ago

      The Finnish name for dachshund is literally badgerdog (mäyräkoira) btw.

      Edit: til that’s also the German name. Others?

      • wieson@feddit.org
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        8 hours ago

        Well, Dachshund is literally German for badger dog. (Dachs = badger, Hund = dog)

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      17 hours ago

      Our dog is the most kind lovable 70 pound Belgian Shepard you’ll ever meet.

      On leash if she sees a coyote, bobcat, or mountain lion she turns into a Hollywood snarl machine. That super deep rumble.

      One day a cat chased our cat back to the door. I opened it to get him inside but I unwittingly unleashed a silent tan streak. The only reason the other cat survived was it jumped off the porch and went straight up a tree. Our cat came out to gloat and our dog did the tippy taps right there under the tree.

      I have the most lovable furry criminal gang.