A friend in the U.K. sent me a picture of the dachshund, pictured above.
Since I want to talk about principals, I have cropped the picture to get rid of the dog and kennel name and that of the breeder. Let us allow them to bow their head in quiet shame, and never mind that they have published this picture to brag on this four-legged canine train wreck.
Look at this dog! Is this supposed to be a dog from a working breed?
It's not -- not in a million years.
One short walk through an American or British hedgerow, and we would need a lot of money and a very good story to explain to the veterinarian how we could allow such a severe penis injury to occur!
Of course, Mother Nature always bats last, so maybe this dog is simply proof that my Darwin shirt, pictured below, is spot on?