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My friend Tom's family have had dachshunds basically forever. The first dachshund they had (i.e., the one they had when I first met Tom) lived to be like a hundred years old, would bark constantly whenever it saw me, but eventually grew tolerant enough of me that I got that, "Hey, you, get outta my house" bark, and then it would fall back asleep or maybe just get winded. (The poor thing was basically blind and incontinent by that point.)
Their newest dachshund, though, barks like mad at anybody outside the family. And the first time I was over there, basically growled the entire time. Tom was holding it, and we were both hoping that Pup (or whatever its name is) would eventually realize that I was "friend," but no. Pup would quiet down for a while, then glance at me and "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." Pup tried to bite my ankle a couple of times, too, and just barely avoided getting kicked into the wall when it did.
They keep Pup downstairs now whenever they have company over, firmly behind a barrier.
Their newest dachshund, though, barks like mad at anybody outside the family. And the first time I was over there, basically growled the entire time. Tom was holding it, and we were both hoping that Pup (or whatever its name is) would eventually realize that I was "friend," but no. Pup would quiet down for a while, then glance at me and "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr...." Pup tried to bite my ankle a couple of times, too, and just barely avoided getting kicked into the wall when it did.
They keep Pup downstairs now whenever they have company over, firmly behind a barrier.
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