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As a kid, I had a Dachshund (!) that was quite the effective snake hunter, until a copperhead got him right on the nose. The venom went straight to his brain and he died in my arms in the back seat of my parents' car, on the way to the vet. He was one heck of a dog, very brave. No sense of proportion whatsoever, would jump on a Great Dane if it came into "his" yard. He wasn't much with strangers, but he loved, and I mean loved, his people. I still miss him, it's been 30 years.

[Awestruck]

I've had two dachshunds.. the first one was tough.. she survived being poisoned then kicked in the ribs by an evil old man... lived til 13 when she was run over by a tractor she was sleeping under..

The one I have now couldn't find a hot piece of bacon if you put it in front of her nose... worst smell hound ever! But she's a great snuggle dog.