I am sure Little Hawk will agree, if he is honest with himself, that dachshunds are fiddle-faddle, an indulgence in frippery, a froth of frivolity, an animalesque minutia, a nuage of nonsense, a chokery of small change, a pungent poke of small potatoes, a truculent trio of trifles, and a tenuous triviality at best.

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