And no place Wolfgang, Wolf, would rather be.

Mom always said, “Dachshunds are the best small dog.”

I am my mother’s daughter.

Not all my dogs follow me to every room, to every chair.

But my lap is never empty.

At the computer when I write or wherever I read or watch TV.

When I open the front gate to drive in, he runs to me, ears flying, feet never touching the ground.

I open the car door and he leaps to my lap, raises his paws to the steering wheel, helping me drive to the garage.

Always looking forward, seeing what I see. Feeling what I feel.

Especially when it feels like Spring.