My big "brother" brought PJ over for another visit. You would think he was the only cute dachshund in the world! Sniff.
He's not even a real dachshund. He doesn't care about the burrito being eaten up there! He just doesn't care.
Daniel gave us both carrots. I ended up eating his too. :-)
Daniel (traitor) with his new love, PJ. 
Val brought PJ over to meet me.
I dunno - how do you think it went?
We decided separate corners were best!This is PJ. My big "brother" adopted him. He's 3 years old. When Mommy took this picture, he was just with them for a week and all he knew how to do was roll over on his back.
I think he's pathetic. How could anybody want another dachshund but ME?