Our first dachshund

It all started in 1978 with a little longhair puppy-male from 3 months old.
Our daughter (at that moment 6 years old) give him his name: Taco.
Taco had no papers or pedigree but he was, inside as well as outside, a real dachsie.
And just like longhair dachsies supposed to be,
a real aristocrat with a proud attitude and lots of allure.
 Unfortunate we must put him in sleep when he was only 10 years old. He had liver-cancer. The legacy we got from Taco is our addiction to dachshunds and with that we still be pleased.