I have a special fondness for black and tans because my last little girl, who passed away from a brain tumor was the one dog that I guess you could call my soul mate. I didn't want another one though because after she died, I was a total emotional mess. Every time I saw a navy fleece throw blanket on the sofa out of the corner of my eye, I would be startled, thinking it was her, or my husband's boots in the closet, or almost anything small and dark would set me off. I also didn't want another puppy, well, yes I did, but due to my age, I didn't want to die and leave a new puppy behind. So many sad stories from when I worked with a dachshund rescue group. After a very long and depressing search, I found Annie. She is a little red girl, was pulled out of the show ring because she was so anxious in strange situations with strange people. After she had several litters, the breeder who owned her let me come to see her. After I sat quietly chatting with the owners, I remained sitting and began talking softly to her. She actually came over and put her paw on my leg. I asked her if she wanted to come up and apparently she did, so I picked her up and she settled in my lap. The breeder decided that she had chosen me because she never goes to new people. I had to wait until she had her puppies and they were weaned before I got her, but she is 100% my dog and will not go to anyone else, not even my husband. She will be 6 years old later this month, but has been with me for one year and nine months.