We had a dachshund mix named Beppo. He was full of mischief; he loved to chew buttons off jackets or chewed holes in my mother's beloved table cloths, he would wander in the basement and got hold of the smoked sausages my mother was keeping there, he would steal the lunches of the construction workers next door, he would make a nest in the gardens and eat all the peas, he would only eat if my father pretended to take the bowl away...I have fond memories of dressing him up and carry him in my doll's stroller.
When he passed we rescued a short-haired pointer, her master wanted to shoot her because she was not suitable as a hound dog. Mira was the most gentle dog unless it came to cats...
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