Here’s another jogging ‘sausage’, aka a Dachshund. I call the Dachshunds, sausages.
It started years ago when I met this older lady in Victoria. Her ‘sausage’ always wore a plastic sausage bun around the body with the strap, in between the two halves, looking like yellow mustard. Darlee, the ‘sausage’, was always afraid of everything, except when she wore her costume, and it was a great conversation starter.
Jogging Sausage: Vancouver, BC
I’ve always had a soft spot for ‘sausages’. I almost adopted one from the SPCA. I can deal with the psychological problems, but she had some surgery that must have not gone well and this was much more than I could handle.
I couldn’t ask for his name, both owners were jogging.
Guess who is leading the jog? Guess who is in charge?