Meet Milhouse

Two weeks ago we welcomed a little miniature dachshund puppy into our home. His name is Milhouse Ponzu, and he is incredibly sweet and inquisitive (long may it last).

His arrival signals the end to weekend lie-ins, and it’s a real testament to his charms that we have accepted giving up one of our favourite activities so graciously.

He is a black and tan miniature dachshund puppy with a penchant for frozen peas. He loves squeaky fox toys, burrowing into hair, licking, and naps. Only after we had managed to secure him did we tell the rest of our family the news, and it transpired that my grandmother’s beloved childhood dog was the same breed, with the same coat. It must be genetic for Longhursts to want to be mit Wurst (sorry. But Dachshunds are a German breed, after all).

Current dislikes include being cold, being told where to poop, and mysteriously, Yoga with Adriene. Something about the latter drives this usually docile little pup on edge, so yoga studios opening up again can’t come soon enough as this new development is interfering with my practice somewhat!

Once he’s had his second round of vaccines, he’ll be ready to brave the streets of East London (which so far he has only been able to do via the dog sling). Watch out, Hackney!