How A Dachshund Saved The Day For The Pack

How A Dachshund Saved The Day For The Pack

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va., there lived a cute, little dachshund puppy who was named Veinorshnytzel. That means hot-dog in German because they originated in Germany, but her family called her Veiner for short. Besides that, she was shaped like a hot-dog. That means half a dog high, a dog-and-a-half long. Her life was quite difficult because all the other dogs were constenly picking on her saying lots of hateful lines such as, "I'm gonna put you in a bun!" "There's no way you will ever be cool since you're a, 'hot'-dog!" "Your parents should have named you Sue, as in, "Suewey," pig-pig-pig!" "We're going to change your name to Oscar, like Ms. Mayer!" "Come here, 'So-Long!' Oh! That's an oxymoron! Well, you're just a regular moron!" and other hurtful things like that. Then they'd laugh. Although she was small, it still hurt her feelings, "big"-time. She would always run off some place and cry her little eyes out, which was actually quite a major trick being as how dogs don't even have tear ducts. It was awful being the scape-"goat" because it made her feel so, "ba-a-a-ad!" She tried to get those thoughts out of her mind, "butt," (like what a goat does to people), there was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent it from happening. It made her want to go outside and eat some cans. Another legitimate reason was because they were quite high in, "iron." Yet that didn't relieve any stress because of the pain it put, "tin" her heart and her mouth.

Then one day while she was jogging, since that was her favorite activity and it relieved a lot of stress in spite of having such tiny ones, she heard a faint whimpering sound coming from outside of the woods. When she looked in that direction she could see it was coming from that same big doberman who was actually the ring-leader of the other dogs who had thought up those awful nicknames for them to call her. His legs were all tied up in knots and one of the ropes went across his mouth which prevented him from being able to bark, or even make any sounds other then week wining. He looked absolutely pathetic being tied up in the trap. The expression on his face was one full of pain, frustration and most of all, being humbled by the fact that he needed help emedatly, preferably sooner, and yet there was nobody around who could save him. Then the farmer who had set the trap came outside and saw the big doberman all tied up in his trap. That's when he yelled, "Aha! I finally caught you, you freaking vegetable-thief! Now you must pay for all those crops you've been eating that are rightfully mine! I am going to make you become rabbit, 'stew,' because that is literally what you're in now!" Then he laughed a sinystor-sounding laugh as he ran back into his house to get his knife which would be the poor, little rabbit's durmize. By that time the farmer's laugh had turned into more of a cackle, like the sound a wicked witch makes when she is about to cast an evil spell.

Veiner knew that mean dog was getting his just rewards for treating her so badly. After all, he was the main one who started all the name-calling and teasing in the first place. Yet something inside Veinor's heart told her the old saying, "2 wrongs don't make a right," which was what her parents had taught her when she was a little puppy also kept running through her brain. The latter overtook what the first thought was, so she ran up to chew through the rope. Since she was not a beaver, that was really difficult for her, but she was determined to finish what she'd begun and so she kept on knawing at that thick rope until at last it finally severed. That made the big doberman fall to the ground with a yelp of pain, but that pain was nothing in comparison to the kind he was experiencing in the trap.

Several seconds later after he could get his mouth to turn from an n shape into a u shape, in other words the corners were facing north instead of south, he squeaked out a week, "Uh, thanks." because he felt bad for teasing the little dachshund so much. She didn't have to save his life, but she did it anyway. From that day on both dogs were the best of friends. If any of the other dogs started to make fun of her, he ate them. That was quite severe, but it was how much he loved that little dachshund from then on, so that's how a small German sausage-dog made her mark in the world. It just goes to show any dog can get along with others, "so-long" as they're given a chance.

Later that day the big doberman introduced her to another pedigree A. K. C. dachshund puppy who's named Doodledof. He was also from Germany. The moment their eyes met, each of them knew the other dog was the one that the Lord had sent into their lives. After mating, several weeks later they ended up blessing the world by being the proud mamma and daddy of a big mess of puppies. The reason they were called a, "mess" is because that was what they were all good at making. They were not trashy dogs, even though they came from the same, "litter." At any rate, they grew up being good dogs because their parents made sure their lives were not at all, "Ruff!" When they were old enough to venture out on their own, both parents said, "Oh, well, dog-gone!" and they meant that wholeheartedly. So at any rate, like the best-written children's stories of all-time will officially finish up with,

"THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!"

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The end. By, Cuz Roye.