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It’s a long story …
Milan, middle 60’s.
Monte Napoleone Street
It’s springtime, the warm sun, perfume of heat in the air.
Along the sidewalk a child and her Grandmother walk.
Hand in the hand.
The child it’s either 2 or 3 years old, she wears a white dress
and gloss black shoes…
Suddenly a very nice Lady passes along the road, proud and almost
haughty, with a tawny dachshund; he was proud and haughty as well, and a
bit fat ..!
… in an instant, the child frees her from the affectionate
hold and races, as attracted by an invisible magnet,
trying to reach that Lady to be able to touch and to caress her
dachshund. The din of her frightened Grandmother,
who calls the child and races for reaching her,
attract the attention of the Lady, who turns her head to see what was
happening behind herself. At the same time, the dachshund stops,
granting the child with a sweet and adoring look.
The child, stopped by the emotion to be so close to
that dachshund, observes the scene and
timidly lengthens a hand. Then the Lady understands,
and listening with a smile at the Grandmother,
who explaines her how good and quiet as well as in
love of dachshunds was her granddaughter, called:
-“Kurt, come to greet the child …”
Many years later, how often I had to say –
“Peter, come to greet the children !”
Cinzia Breme
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We’ve always had dogs in our family:
some of them were rigid watchers, others fondly called "soup dogs" by my
father... however, all of them were affectionate and faithful, and all
of them rigorously named with the most common “dog names”:
Dick, Black, Poldo, Lady, Zara, Kira, Lulù… either half-caste or German
Shepherds, except Kira, nice Great Dane female who always did my brother
– child at that time - to fall flat on his back, to show her joy of
life and her love to us.
Once I become adult and having "set up house”, after the loss of Kira
I decided to fulfill my calm “dachshund desire”, of which I knew
it was just a low, long and nice dog.
From a talk with a workmate I got a phone number that she had since a long
time; I called, and dear Cathy said to me that there were puppies
available, We took an appointment few days later too see them. It
was there when Gaspare and my daughter Alessia choose each other...
I didn’t know yet, but it was the first of many other “coincidences”
that now, after some years, appear to me like lots of clear
pieces of the same
big puzzle that has being built day by day from then on…
Gaspare has grown up with us as we have done, learning to know and
love this beautyfull breed, instilled of infinite goodness and
sweetness in the relationship with the human as well as
extraordinary strenght and tenacity in the work.
Together with him and Ippolito, who meantime joined the
happy pack, we toured Italy and Europe, among thousand
miles, sunny days and snow storms, awake nights and
deserved rests in a sole embrace, thrilling victories and
burning defeats;
however, together…
Mario Del Signore |
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January… snow… cold…
there is stress around the ring: championships to achieve, expectations
not to disappoint… all Dachshunds are ready, nervous as well as their
human friends…
Peter and Gaspare see each other, watch each other, smell each other…
become friends: they don’t know when, but they know that they’ll meet
again one day…
After a few years and the bizarre whim of the Destiny, Gaspare and Peter
are living together, surrounded by the rest of the “Dachshund tribe” that
meantime joined them, in an intimate house dipped in the green,
thoughtfully and lovingly attended by us, respecting their nature and
temper.
Here starts our engagement to continue and to pursue the selection
of this extraordinary living being that the Dachshund breed is, without fury,
welcoming a few subjects but – we hope – good ones.
Because we want to call our Dachshunds by name.
And the story goes on…
Cinzia e Mario
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