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German museum honors the dachshund


A museum dedicated to the dachshund opened last week in Germany — the country in which wiener dogs originated.

It’s a labor of love, and the brainchild of two former florists, dachshund lovers both, who managed to bring more than 4,500 pieces and 2,000 exhibits featuring dachshund paraphernalia together over the last three months.

The Dackelmuseum (or Dachshund Museum) was opened in the Bavarian town of Passau on April 2 by
Josef Küblbeck and Oliver Storz, two former florists who share a bit of an obsession with the breed.

Among the items displayed are stamps, prints, figurines, stuffed animals, dachshund puppets, even a dachshund shaped from bread.

Their inventory took a leap recently when they purchased a Belgian punk rocker’s extensive collection of dachshund paraphernalia, Reuters reported.

“The world needs a sausage dog museum… No other dog in the world enjoys the same kind of recognition or popularity as the symbol of Bavaria, the sausage dog,” said Kueblbeck. “We wanted to give this dog a home where people can come and share their joy.”

Admirers of the breed over the years have included artist Pablo Picasso, actor Marlon Brando, former U.S. President John F. Kennedy, scientist Albert Einstein and Napoleon.

One of Germany’s oldest breeds, the dachshund can be long-, short- or wire-haired and is one of the country’s most popular dogs. It was bred for hunting, starting in the Middle Ages. With their pointy snouts, they are renowned for being able to burrow into holes to catch small animals.


Comment from Ruby
Time April 21, 2018 at 1:17 am

When I was a kid, my neighbors had a dachshund that they never walked. So I volunteered. Fritz love his walks, but he became so excited, he would run circles around me, wrapping the leash around my legs. On two occasions, his antics pulled me over and i had concussions. I love him anyway.

My favorite stuffed animal was a blue cloth dachshund that I named Weenie. She was blue, and stuffed with tiny Styrofoam beads that are now illegal because they are a suffocation hazard.

Weenie had real rabbit fur ears. I loved to stroke them because they were so soft. One day, about 10 years later, my real dog, able to ignore the feel of rabbit skin, chewed Weenie’s ears off. Weenie was bald for a few years until I became friends with Vickie whom I met in physics class. Besides being a math whiz, Vickie loved to sew. She made Weenie new, beautiful, purple corduroy ears.