High Jump Champ

My “nephew” dog, Munson, is quite the canine athlete. Though his body is super-sized and his legs are stumpy, come human dinnertime the guy can get some air. His jump shot clears the edge of the kitchen table! How can a fat little hot dog-dog summon the power to leap upwards of three feet in the air? Clearly, he got game. We’re not sure how the habit developed – no one has ever fed him from the table – but the repetitive jumping is now so deeply entrenched that he needs to be entertained with a bone or chew during the dinner hour to keep him from his engaging in his own version of “anorexia athletica.” Though Munson is agile and healthy, back problems abound in dachshunds. Perhaps he’ll eventually ditch his jumpy begging technique and opt for the subtler “can’t you see that I’m dying of starvation” stare. Looks like he’s off to a great start: