As you can see, I’m with one of my favorite guys, Shelley’s Dad!
I love, love men, not males in the canine species, but the human form.
My guess is that you’re asking why.
As a female miniature long-haired dachshund, I like to be the center of attention.
Girl attention from my BFF Shelley and her friends and mother is nice and all, and I do enjoy getting petted, but male attention lets me know that I’ve still got it. What I mean is that I can stop traffic (well, foot traffic anyway, due to my close proximity to the ground) and hear humans say, “Isn’t she ___” (fill in with cute, pretty, beautiful and darling).
When men say this stuff, I know that I’m getting more attention than my BFF. I love that sometimes men look at me before they look at her. And when Shelley is dating somebody, I kiss him before she can.
This is my way of claiming my rights to be top dog, while reinstating my girl power.
Plus, I’m just a bit boy crazy.
I can’t actually be with boy dogs because, well, you know. But I can kiss male humans and wiggle my tail, showing off how cute I am. And they can kiss me back on the top of the head, letting me know that I’m wonderful and the best ever.
So, if you think I’m cute, hit Like. I actually think there should be a Cute button, so just pretend there’s one.
