Meet Vanilla, a 5-week-old baby Dachshund pup. She's in the middle of some serious REM sleep time. I particularly like the closeup of her little face.
I bet this little critter would be tasty with some relish and mustard!
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Scarlet here might as well be a Swiss clock. Her mom Christine says that at 5 p.m., she knows it's dinnertime, and will direct her sad, beseeching looks her way. As soon as Christine says "food," the insanity begins and Scarlet does her happy/spazzy dance.
Seeing your pup longingly look up at you from inside the open jaws of an alligator ain't cute lady. It's sick. Even your dog thinks this gag is inappropriate.
Jerry Dog has an insatiable appetite for playing fetch. Again and again, in a robotic manner, he takes a tennis ball in his mouth, runs to whoever will throw it, wags his tail and waits, please, please, please, and then runs for the fetch. It's cute, but it gets old.
Cutie patootie here, with his big floppy ears and puppy dog paws, is about to learn how to hold his own in a pool of water. But he's kinda indifferent about the whole ordeal, being a natural and all. He's more into stealing a taste test of this tub water.
Poor Rusty. Even though he won the genetic jackpot by being born a Dachshund (love those little wiener dogs!), he's got narcolepsy. So he may be frolicking in the meadow and then--conk!--he's out like a light.
Although I object to the usage of "wiener dog" over the more formal Dachshund (and if they could talk, these little guys with Napoleon complexes would agree with me), this Dachshund song is pretty darn cute — almost as cute as the images of the surprisingly diverse varieties of Dachshunds.
Dachshunds really are fond of sleeping on their backs, aren't they? I can't tell if this one is playing around, or if she's just having a really happy dream. (I think she's just a bad actor — a cute actor, but a bad one.)