. . . but I don't. I bought a mini Dachshund for my wife on her last birthday. Even though he was tiny and seemed quite sweet, she gave him a tough name, Axel. It just didn't fit this little guy who is so subservient that he piddles when you pet him. (BTW - in tournament bass fishing, a "dink" is a fish that is too small to add to your catch for the total weight.) I started calling him "Dink" and he loved the name, responding to it every time. Yes, my wife complained that I hijacked her dog . . . damn thing follows me everywhere, sleeps at my feet and climbs up in my lap when I sit to read a book. Now, I don't feel guilty for "stealing" her dog. It wasn't intentional and I'm sure as hell not going to be mean to the little fella to drive him back to her. But, here's what I feel a little bad about - remember above when I said he piddles when greeted? Well, the little sh** pissed on my new wingtip shoes this morning! I just told him I was happy to see him and he immediately let loose with a yellow stream all over the small holes in the toe of my right shoe. Here comes the remorse-thing. I got mad so I intentionally raised my level of loving comments. I knew what would happen. Dink wagged his tail and rolled onto his back, just as he always does when responding to affection. The stage was set! I raised my voice and let out with a long stream of praise, and you guessed it, he pissed all over his own face! Shame on me. (sigh) ps If you are interested, you can see a picture of Dink in my public profile.