Side bar: one terminally cute, destructive, little red dachshund--Schuster. Mary is home; now we can trap him between us again, though he may actually have figured out that it isn't curtains for him if we pick him up. Besides, he loves to eat and that helps us secure him too.
What delights me no end though is the way he lies down. Standing in front of me when I am sitting in my chair, eating, he keeps his very short little legs straight and simply collapses backwards onto the floor. He was up; now he is down, and he does not lose eye contact should the person before him decide to charge.
When I collapse onto the floor someone calls for an ambulance.