Dachshund Quotes

“The dachshund is a perfectly engineered dog. It is precisely long enough for a single standard stroke of the back, but you aren't paying for any superfluous leg.”
― Mary Doria Russell, Dreamers of the Day

“The secret of architectural excellence is to translate the proportions of a dachshund into bricks, mortar and marble.”
― Christopher Wren

“House-training, I must tell you, is a formality that can elude young dachshunds for some time; this is particularly true in climates that affront their sensibilities with outrageous meteorological insults. Rain, for example, or a startling gust of wind.”
― Mary Doria Russell, Dreamers of the Day

“Dachshunds have their own agenda and can be stubborn about seeing their plans through to completion. What Rosie lacked in consistency, she made up for in enthusiasm. Most of the time when I called her name, she sprinted back, her long ears cocked and flying like a little girl's pigtails. Each encounter was a glorious reunion, even if we'd been parted for only a minute or two. I had never felt so loved.”
― Mary Doria Russell, Dreamers of the Day

“He couldn’t have moved quicker if he had been the dachshund Poppet, who at this juncture was running round in circles, trying, if I read his thoughts aright, to work off the rather heavy lunch he had had earlier in the afternoon.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, How Right You Are, Jeeves

“Apparently that dog of hers joined you in the water.”

Yes, that’s right, he took his dip with the rest of us. But what’s that got to do with it?”

Wilbert Cream dived in and saved him.”

He could have got ashore perfectly well under his own steam. In fact, he was already on his way, doing what looked like an Australian crawl.”

That wouldn’t occur to a pinhead like Phyllis. To her Wilbert Cream is the man who rescued her dachshund from a watery grave. So she’s going to marry him.”

But you don’t marry fellows because they rescue dachshunds.”

You do, if you’ve got a mentality like hers.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, How Right You Are, Jeeves

“Abandon a dachshund and upon your return, you may well be confronted with a small token of her displeasure. This, for the dachshund, is an undignified but necessary form of training. Eventually, you will learn your lesson, which is to take you with her everywhere. When you have finally accepted this, you will be generously rewarded for your good behavior by a jaunty, joyful companion.”
― Mary Doria Russell, Dreamers of the Day

“These ladies with Dachshunde are the most dangerous, violent and evil beings ever to stalk the streets in search of cyclists to maim and kill.”
― Cathy Dobson, Planet Germany

“But failure has kept Curt at home like a nice warm dachshund.”
― James Purdy, Cabot Wright Begins

“The dogs came racing up the stairs. They danced at Rima's feet, frantic with the need to communicate something to her. Little Timmy's down the well! Feed us ice cream and potato chips! Sometimes there's a benefit to not sharing a language.”
― Karen Joy Fowler, Wit's End

“Volnay is prancing, head up proudly; her squat little bowlegs producing a smooth gait that would make the dog show people preen. She carries herself like a supermodel. Weiner dog or no, she is a fairly perfect specimen of her breed. And I know I'm supposed to be all about the rescue mutts, and I give money to PAWS every year, but there is something about having a dog with a pedigree that makes me smile. Her AKC name is The Lady Volnay of Cote de Beaune. The French would call her a jolie laide, "beautiful ugly," like those people whose slightly off features, sort of unattractive and unconventional on their own, come together to make someone who is compelling, striking, and handsome in a unique way. I'm always so proud that I'm her person.”
― Stacey Ballis, Out to Lunch

“So I was pet free, and not unhappily so, until Aimee showed up the morning of my last day of being twenty-nine with a teacup-sized, deep red, wriggling puppy. It was love at first sight, and I'm grateful for her serene and placid presence. Not to mention the fact that she is the perfect dog. Never naughty, never a sick day in her life, never has an accident in the house or chews anything she oughtn't. She is essentially the non-dog dog, practically a person, and I can take her anywhere.”
― Stacey Ballis, Out to Lunch

“My chubby dachshund, Longganisa, pranced around my feet, waiting for her share of my experiment. I tossed her a bit of the crust I'd trimmed off and waited for her reaction. Nisa was always my first critic. If it didn't pass muster with her, it was a no go.
She snapped up the shortbread in record time and got up on her hind legs, begging for more. A good sign for me, but disappointment for her.
"Sorry, baby, you know you can't have more than that. It's not good for you."
I poured out some of her diet kibble and set it in front of her. She looked down at her bowl, then up at me, and I swear, if a dog could raise an eyebrow in disgust, she would've. Go figure I'd pass my food snobbery on to my dog.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Arsenic and Adobo

“I scrolled through my personal accounts, but nothing really caught my eye, so I switched over to the Instagram account I'd made for Longganisa. She was way more popular than I was, but I hadn't uploaded a new pic in a week and her fans were not pleased. I made a quick post of her splayed out on the sidewalk the day she gave up mid-run. A quick caption of "My human is mad I stopped running to sploot, but doesn't she know it's important to stretch?" and there we go. Enough to appease her fans for a couple of days, at least.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Arsenic and Adobo

“People said that dogs tended to resemble their owners, and considering that my little wiener dog was a super cute brown girl with stubby legs, great fashion sense, and a tendency toward plumpness, I had to agree.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Homicide and Halo-Halo

“She sat on the couch with Longganisa, my adorable dachshund, on her lap. Longganisa was wearing the newest outfit that Naoko Sato, my friend Yuki's daughter, had designed for her---a reindeer costume, complete with an antlered hood. You'd think Longganisa would hate it, but she was all about cute head coverings. Anytime the hood slipped off, she'd butt her little head against your hand until you pulled the hood back up, and then she'd bask in her maximum cuteness. I loved my vain little girl.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Blackmail and Bibingka

“I need to take Longganisa for her morning walk."
My adorable dachshund accompanied me to work every day and was content to spend most of the day napping in my office, but I tried to be good dog parent and take her out for multiple walks throughout the day. The Brew-ha Cafe was dog-friendly, and Nisa proved to be one of our most successful promo attempts. Whenever people saw her walking around in her adorable Brew-ha Cafe-themed outfits, custom-made by my friend's daughter, they'd stop and ask to pet her. The perfect opportunity to hand over my business card and invite them to the cafe.
Today, Nisa was outfitted in a lemon-yellow Brew-ha Cafe dress and a little flower crown to welcome spring.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Murder and Mamon

“I held up my dachshund, this time dressed in a bumblebee costume, hoping the adorableness and butter and sugar would temper his reaction, but that was probably too much to hope for. Jae was a very understanding and not at all demanding boyfriend, but I guess "be cool with his girlfriend's weird murder-solving hobby/calling" was too much to ask for.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Murder and Mamon

“Longganisa was curled up on her bed beneath my desk but stood up to greet me. Today, she was outfitted in a leaf-patterned hoodie that bore the Brew-ha Cafe logo. Cute, simple, and practical since Longganisa hated the cold. I clipped on her leash and led her around the cafe. Her usual admirers surrounded us, and we spent some time on pets and belly rubs. When we got to the front of the shop, Leslie was helping Adeena bag her order.
"Longganisa, show your Tita Adeena some love."
Adeena was more of a cat person, but she loved my little wiener dog almost as much as I did. Longganisa adored her as well, and Adeena was the only person other than me and Jae who was allowed to pick her up. Even Tita Rosie didn't get that privilege.
Adeena snuggled Longganisa close to her chest, and Longganisa rewarded her with a few licks. "Oh, my bestest girl. Your kisses will sustain me through all my family lecturing.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Guilt and Ginataan

“Oh my gulay, you have a doxie too?!"
Quinn, who had the dog wrapped in a soft blanket, kissed the top of the dog's head. "This is my baby, Cleopatra Louise, but she goes by Cleo. We had a bit of a scare earlier, but now I know she's learned how to take the lid off a plastic container of chocolate-covered almonds. Won't be making that mistake again."
Cleo was a brown short-haired mini dachshund just like Longganisa, but she seemed to be considerably older since there was a bit of gray around her muzzle. She wore a cute bandana printed with sparkly crowns, and peered out from her blanket burrito with a calm, queenly expression. I asked if I could pet her and held my fingers in front of Cleo after Quinn said yes. After a quick sniff, the dog bowed her head and let me pet her. What a good girl.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Guilt and Ginataan