Dogs are always good and full of selfless love. They are undiluted vessels of joy who never, ever deserve anything bad that happens to them.

But failure has kept Curt at home like a nice warm dachshund.

The secret of architectural excellence is to translate the proportions of a dachshund into bricks, mortar and marble.

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.