The sausage dog has always been an especially beloved breed of canine. Take Picasso and the aptly named Lump, Warhol’s beloved Archie, and David Hockney’s prolific paintings of Stanley and Boodgie. “These two dear little creatures are my friends,” Hockney writes in the opening of his book on the topic, Dog Days. “They are intelligent, loving, comical, and often bored.”
Dachshunds might be bored of us, but we humans will never tire of them, as evidenced by the sudden proliferation of a new variety about London: the chocolate dapple dachshund. With characteristically long bodies, floppy ears, and stout little legs, these pups swagger down the pavement with a presence that far outshines their size. Look out for a miniature dachshund with a dappled brown coat, and you’ve found him: the city’s “It” dog, as coveted as a prime table on a Saturday night at 5 Hertford Street.
