My parents got a dachshund before they had their first kid (my older sister), and it was dachshunds ever after … with one beagle in the mix.
Carla, the one we grew up with, lived to 19 yos and was only put down when she developed paralysis. My folks said she nipped at my sister when they brought her home, but after just the one correction, she adjusted to her new position. As she did with the subsequent kids.
Little Bit was given to my dad from a family who lived around the corner from the Post Office where my dad worked. She was part of a small pack they had, that would walk leashless on Pico Blvd. Sadly, this was not a good thing. When my brother was walking her one night, she saw a cat and ran into the path of car. She had attititude and personality. She had a crush on a kid who lived at the end of the block. If she got out, we always knew she’d be down at Paul’s house. She loved me to scratch her chest with my toes. When I’d stop, she’d paw my foot until I started scratching again.
Next, was the beagle, Rogie, almost simultaneously with our next doxie, Thunderfoot (also, just Thunder, Thun-Thun, or Monkeybutt). She was a long hair/smooth black and tan, and was the sweetest dog we ever had. She liked to sleep on top of the back of the couch. When you’d least expect it, she’d decide you needed a kiss, and you’d get one. They both had to be given away when our parents left the state, and my mom didn’t want the dogs in her new house. All of us were renters who couldn’t take animals. Very sad.
There were a number of years in rentals dog-less, but now my sister and I have two dachshunds (Luc and Shanni) we got from a rescue. They were relatively young, but had a lot if issues. Mostly, they were unsocialized except to each other, and we had to walk them in our very doggy neighborhood. The boy was/is especially afraid of big dogs and acts aggressively towards them (he has one pitbull terrorized), but he’s made a lot of progress. It’s been a challenge, but we’ve seen such good results, I’d get a rescue again in a shot. The boy is very smart, picks up on cues very quickly and has a huge (well, mostly food-related) vocabulary.
I love dachshunds. They have so much personality, and they’re not pushovers. Big dogs usually seem a little dull to me.