“The sausage dog formally known as Randy had been with us for one night only. In that time, I felt as if I had aged by several years.”
You know you’ve read a good book when after you’ve finished, you immediately flick back through it to reread your favourite parts. This is rare – some books you finish and forget instantly. Others you could cheerfully throw in the path of an oncoming train.
I recently read a lovely book that I know for A FACT you will all love.
It’s called Walking with Sausage Dogs and it’s about author Matt Whyman’s reluctance to buy a sausage dog, have anything to do with said sausage dog and especially be seen with said sausage dog in public.
I imagine the latter is a common thing for men – after all, a Dachshund isn’t exactly the most macho looking mammal out there. Their mouth more than makes up for it though, as does a healthy dose of swagger.
Hercules, the sausage-shaped star of this novel, is hilarious and….familiar. This book further cements my theory that all Dachshunds are clones. Memories of our first few nights with Mort came screaming back while I was reading this book. Oh the horror. The barking (Mort). The crying (me and Mort). The dirty protests (Dan. Only joking!)
I’m not going to write too much, because I don’t want to give the story away, but I can guarantee that after reading this book you will a) want some micro-ish pigs b) distrust hot water bottles c) keep your dog on a very tight lead the next time you take them to the vets d) be very careful when going down the stairs e) love Matt’s family, who are hilarious f) and love Dachshunds a little bit more.
Someone once said: “Write what you know.” Matt’s writing is proof that this is very good advice.
P.S Contrary to what the above picture suggests, Mort cannot read. Apologies for the treat balancing precariously on top of the book. It ruins the illusion, but Mort wasn’t taking kindly to my attempts to make him pose with a prop. If in doubt, bribe.