While taking a break next to an old farmstead, Dachshund Daddy lifted me up in his arms to warm up my paws and ears.
That's when we saw him. Look in the photo below; can you see him?
Here's a close-up. Can you see him now?
Yes, it's a badger! The creature my forebears were bred to hunt. The namesake of our breed, since Dachs is the German word for badger. The very nemesis embedded in my DNA. Dachshund Daddy went into protective mode and hung on to me extra tight.
To Dachshund Daddy's great surprise, however, I didn't squeak or bark or squirm or do any of the dachshund things you would expect me to do. I just watched the badger quietly disappear...
through an opening in the wall. Is that self-control, or am I disconnected from my own DNA?
I tend to think it was self-control -- one of the benefits of growing older. Yet, there's something truly powerful about meeting your breed's namesake. It's like a Fox Terrier meeting a fox, a Bulldog meeting a bull, or a Boxer meeting Mike Tyson.
P.s. Mom wasn't with us, because she went to Berlin for the weekend. How cool is that?