Lady The Mini Dachshund

Erotic Fiction By Charles Anastase


Story first published in Sky Blue Review

It is true that Dachshund training can be challenging, specially when it comes to mini dachshunds. And Lady, my little dog, was no exception. Born in Normandy on the D-Day-landing beaches, this French girl had, from the start, a lot of personality and attitude for someone her size (she was the smallest of the litter, and could be described as the tiniest sausage dog ever). When she arrived in Brussels, Belgium, she had not yet reached the age of one, and still had a lot to learn. The first days in our brand new gigantic flat on rue Royale were a bit chaotic for the both of us. Lady, being the size of a large rat, found difficult to adapt to the new distances she had to walk to reach my desk from her basket. In proportion to her size, it was like walking one or two football fields, several time a day (when she didn’t get lost at all!). On my side, my adapting to our new life was beyond awkward, borderline disaster. To make a long story short, unaccustomed to living with closed door, I thought appropriate to grant a 24/7 free access to my property to anyone who felt like visiting. The result of this rather peculiar lifestyle, inherited from years of bohemian escapades all around the world, ended with my precious little dachshund somehow escaping a ‘Patty Hearst kind of situation’ when a couple of homeless people, who had spotted the arrival in the neighbourhood of a new canine celebrity, would simply follow us, open my door and abduct Lady. But the fact of the matter is that dachshunds are famously difficult to grab and their barking is so hysterical that ‘The Disappearance of Little Maddie as a Kaninchen’ never happened.  

It is true that Dachshund training can be challenging, specially when it comes to mini dachshunds. And Lady, my little dog, was no exception. Born in Normandy on the D-Day-landing beaches, this French girl had, from the start, a lot of personality and attitude for someone her size (she was the smallest of the litter, and could be described as the tiniest sausage dog ever). When she arrived in Brussels, Belgium, she had not yet reached the age of one, and still had a lot to learn. The first days in our brand new gigantic flat on rue Royale were a bit chaotic for the both of us. Lady, being the size of a large rat, found difficult to adapt to the new distances she had to walk to reach my desk from her basket. In proportion to her size, it was like walking one or two football fields, several time a day (when she didn’t get lost at all!). On my side, my adapting to our new life was beyond awkward, borderline disaster. To make a long story short, unaccustomed to living with closed door, I thought appropriate to grant a 24/7 free access to my property to anyone who felt like visiting. The result of this rather peculiar lifestyle, inherited from years of bohemian escapades all around the world, ended with my precious little dachshund somehow escaping a ‘Patty Hearst kind of situation’ when a couple of homeless people, who had spotted the arrival in the neighbourhood of a new canine celebrity, would simply follow us, open my door and abduct Lady. But the fact of the matter is that dachshunds are famously difficult to grab and their barking is so hysterical that ‘The Disappearance of Little Maddie as a Kaninchen’ never happened.  

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