LOL. Mr. Mercat wasn’t too sure about this dog either. Our adopted daughter called up one day crying and her birth grandmother had died. Grandma Sandy was something of a pet hoarder and had this five year old dachshund named Bandit. We had had him about two days and were still thinking about calling dachshund rescue when he jumped up in Mr. M’s lap and fell asleep. Mr. M said, what’s this dog’s name? Biscuit? I said, it is now and then next day we chipped and neutered him. He’s been our constant companion now for six years.
If I say the word “BISCUIT” our three Dandies come running.