Dachshund Fest 2017

Last Saturday was the annual spring dachshund meet-up in Washington Square Park (alternatively called the Dachshund Spring Fiesta, a Dachshund Parade and other names.). I first went two years ago and nearly died of cuteness at all of the adorable dogs and their costumes.

Saturday was really warm—in the mid-80s—so there weren't as many sweaters (and zero bun costumes), but there were some t-shirts, hats and at least one dachshund in a denim vest. The event is probably meant for people who actually own dachshunds, but my mom and I went solely as observers (and squealers). We're both cat owners with not-so-secret dachshund obsessions, and my mom insists that she will be acquiring one immediately upon her retirement. I just can't commit to owning a dog quite yet, so an event that allowed us to pet multiple dachshunds for a few hours was perfect for us.

I heard multiple people wonder out loud why there were so many dachshunds in the park, and I found myself wishing that I could spend a few hours every single weekend surrounded by adorable dogs. I generally love all smooth, small dogs, but dachshunds are by far my favorite breed—they're just painfully cute and always look so happy. It's impossible for me not to smile when I see a tiny, long, short-legged dog waddling down the sidewalk and if it has clothes on I pretty much lose my normal New York-RBF entirely.