Confessions of a Pint-Sized Genius

Yup. Today is the day I begin chronicling my life.

You might be wondering, “Now why on earth would a miniature dachshund’s life be so interesting?”

Because it is. You’ll see.

Bet you can’t read just one page. (Wink wink.)

I want to get something off my doxie chest.

Supposedly, dachshunds like me are of mediocre intelligence

All the dog intelligence ratings say so.

Yeah. Right.

I have studied these ratings carefully.

They were written by people who have never tried reasoning with an obstinate Brussels sprout or barking at the wind when there is no wind to bark at.

Ergo, my conclusion: these ratings are baseless.

I ask you: Is it smarter to obey presto or to decide if it’s really worth it?

Point made.

Well, I suppose I should go observe something important.

I will tell you about it tomorrow.

And so concludes my first confession, straight from the mind of a pint-sized genius.

Note to self:

Today the wind did not bark back.
This is usually a sign that it is thinking up a storm.
I will check on it later.