Hello, my dachshund is named Pongo. He is a red, longhaired tweenie. He is a little over 2 years old now. We live out in the country where there are lots of mice and he tends to catch a few every week. He is so dedicated to being our mouser that he will spend all day outside "hunting"... it's his favorite thing in the whole world. Pongo can do all of the standard tricks (rolling over is his favorite, he'll do it anytime he is excited ), he has a bucket of "babies" that he knows by their names (he is so much smarter than I ever knew dachshunds could be... bad stereotype, they are soooo smart!), he hates car rides, and loves everyone! He is my first dachshund and the experience has been amazing so far. He joined the family and immediately fell in love with our mutt, Fred, our cockatiel, Sunny, and the horses, Max & Fame (he loves to sneak his head into their buckets and steal some sweet feed). After dinner every night he runs laps around the living room as fast as he can to try and get Fred to play with him, he has such a personality. Our dogs have their own room that they sleep in (the laundry room... nothing fancy) and every morning our early riser, Mom, lets them out and he will then lay waiting for me to wake up at the top of the stairs. I'm so ridiculous, I give him all sorts of little names like little man, big boy, monster, pongs, The Mouse Killer... anything I hear I will work his name into too. He also has his own song I sing to him that he knows is his, "Pongo, monster. Pongo, monster." He is my life, he has been there for me when I've been down, he is the best study buddy ever and he never complains (even when I do) about going on a jog... I hope everyone has a relationship with their pups like ours!