Hot Diggity Dog!
Last year I posted a bit about my daughter’s miniature Dachshund, Special Agent McGee. At the time, he looked like the picture on the right. All 2 pounds of him.
Well, he’s grown up now, so I thought you might like to see him in all his hot dog glory. He’s a whopping 10 pounds 8 ounces, near his maximum expected weight of 11 pounds, and he remains a hit with the other dogs in our household. In the top photo we found him using Rigby as a pillow.
McGee no longer resides here since his mom, my daughter Stephanie, moved into her own apartment. I do dog sit, however, and when Steph comes over to visit or do her laundry, McGee comes along. He considers us his pack, even though he’s guarding his own place now. He’s a Rottweiler trapped in the body of a bratwurst.
McGee wagged his way into our lives less than a year ago and he’s offered nothing but affection and laughter, and the occasional present on the carpet. A gentleman by the name of Ben Williams is quoted as saying “There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.” I’d say that about sums it up.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that McGee is a pain in the butt sometimes, but if you ask my kids they might say the same of me, so I would be in good company. I can think of worse things than being compared to Special Agent McGee since he’s a funny little guy with an abundance of charm. He really is one hot little dog.