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Treasure Hunter
Our Asta (may Jesus take mercy on his doxie soul) was a squirrelly dog and escaped the yard a few times. Once he was gone for 6 hours and I was terrified he was gone forever. But he came back. He just wanted to run his paws through the grass of stranger's lawns. Asta liked us and Baggins likes you; daschunds just need to raise hell every now and then.
It's scary though, because we live by a big highway where people drive 55-70 miles per hour. And we have some big dogs that Baggins likes to try to attack and might be stupid enough to go and start a fight with them since he thinks he's a big dog too. And we live near that ********* who drowns cats for fun. It's not a good place to raise a Baggins.