He's a killer!

I love dachshunds! My first wife and I had one named Wolfgang. What is best about them is, since they were bred to go down holes after badgers, they have no idea that they are small, goofy looking dogs. Case in point: I walked by a car parked outside the library that contained two mini black and tans. They threw themselves at the windows, barking and snarling, trying to get at me. No doubt they wanted to tear my leg off for having the audacity to come too close to their car. Vicious little monsters!

Good dog!