The Pizzo Formico area in the Seriana Valley north of Bergamo, Italy is perfect for gentle family hikes...
as well as for social interaction, which is very important when you're an only child like me. Here's my new friend Gonte as he engages in a customary download of butt data with yours truly.
Apparently, my nose has more available download bandwidth, witness the fact that Gonte's download lasts longer than mine.
Birro, on the other hand, doesn't care much for butt data, especially now that I'm barking at him like my whole life depends on it.
"You want to play alpha dog?" he says, as he continues on his way. "Whatever makes you yappy!"
Am I a yappy little dog? "No, not all," Mammolo reassures me. "But you do come on a little strong when you do that dachshund thing of barking at bigger dogs just because they're bigger."
That didn't quite make sense to me, because studies have shown dachshunds have no sense of their size. I don't bark at bigger dogs because they're bigger. I bark because I think I'm just as big.
Size, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.