Viktor is Milloup's nephew from sister Alex's second litter. In late November 1999 Viktor moved in with the Clausen family in Gedved south of Århus, and since then he's been in regular contact.
Uncle Milloup thinks it's great to hear about what a brat like that will get up to, and maybe others do, too. Therefore, Viktor has now been given his very own page, where he can let us know what great deeds he's been entertaining his family with.
But first meet Viktor's family: Peter is the father of the family. He took these pictures of his wife, Doris, and their sons Christian and Casper:
Viktor's family have had dachshunds before - from the Dalborg kennels that also have a couple of shares in the pedigree of Alex and Milloup - and these dachshunds took part in both shows and obedience tests. Therefore, the family knew exactly what they wanted, and Viktor was the first of the puppies from this litter to be spoken for - just a few days after he was born.
Whether in fact the family chose Viktor, or if it was the other way around, is a bit of a mystery. As it is, Viktor started the acquaintance by putting his mark on his new family - he managed to place a wet bar code on Peter's shirt. Something tells me that Viktor must possess a hereditary inclination in that direction. Both of his maternal uncles, Milloup and Rasmus, just love making bar codes. And if I'm not mistaken, granddad Boris does too..
Letters from Viktor (most recent first)
Mid March 2000:
Hi Uncle Milloup
I send you this letter because the family I live with have gone completely off the rocket now. First they say: "Come Viktor, we're going to have some fun". Then they drive me into the woods, and that is grand, but they merely leave me sitting in the car while dad Peter runs around in the woods with a bottle in one hand, a load of flags in the other, and a map in his mouth.
And then we're having a ball - what a load of rubbish; dad Peter is having coffee and listening wideeyed to the stories of how bright the others' dogs are, and I'm still sitting in the car getting bored stiff.
Finally, having been bored for at least a hundred hours, we're going for a walk in the woods. I get out, and the old man just stands there saying "seek trail", and I wonder what's gotten into him, now we're in the woods, so we're going to play. But I just get pulled to an evil-smelling red patch, and again he says "seek trail". It smells evil, but if he thinks it's fun it's okay with me (it must be what he calls tracking). So, when we've played "seek trail" for some 10 - 20 meters, I find this delicious log, and I just have to attack it, and it's great - but the old man sulks.
I run to him to get him back into a good mood, and I jump up to cuddle him - and he gets even sulkier.
He insists on pulling me back to that evil red stuff, but then we have to cross a patch of mud, and the path is right beside us just waiting for me to run as fast as I can on it, which is great - but the old man gets sulky again.
He places me once more on top of that red stuff, but it's not funny anymore, so I find some likelier smells to follow (why on earth it has to be just the one smell, that's beyond me) - and the old man sulks once more.
At long last we come upon a funny piece of fabric with hairs on it (dad says it's hide) and it smells real bad. Dad seems to want me to give it a good shake, but yuk! it has hairs on it, and they're loose. I don't want to sink my teeth into something that disgusting. - And the old man sulks again.
And when we walk back to the car with the others I can hear dad Peter saying repeatedly; well, he's only 5 months old - whatever he means by that.
Why does dad say that it's just as well there's another tracking course next year?
That apart I've had a terrible experience. I was minding my own business, quietly chewing away on a box of ant repellant. You should try that, uncle, you can make the syrupy stuff inside cover almost the entire body, and that was fun. Well, the result was that my mum raced to the phone to ask the vet whether this was dangerous for me, but fortunately it wasn't. Anyroads, I ended up in the bathtub - and got disgustingly wet - just as well I don't have to wash every day. But best of all was running around afterwards drying myself thoroughly on the carpet.
I'm having a good time apart from the time I wanted to go onto the lawn but instead ended up in the veterinary surgery. That was because a door slammed on my paw, and it cost me two broken toes - that wasn't nice.
I've discovered that furniture made of pine tastes better than furniture with fabric on it, but best of all is leather, and there's nothing like a good ladies' handbag, a shoe or a belt. That's just grand.
Sometimes my folks just sit around watching tv. When I decide it's time for some action, I run into the bedroom or bathroom and find a stocking. I just have to bring the stocking into the lounge and show it to them - that galvanizes them into action, and we play a game called "two middle-aged people trying to catch a puppy" that's a real entertaining game, you should try it.
Why do you think my mum and dad always look so tired?
As you can see from the picture, I've by now found my proper place in the family - belly up in a comfy chair.
Well, that'll be it for now.
Kind regards Viktor
We think he wants to be an electrician when he grows up. By now he's had experience with almost anything to do with wires and lamps. On Christmas Eve there was suddenly a loud "poof" to be heard and a lamp went dark. Guess who had bitten halfway through the wire. Apart from this, the good Viktor is growing increasingly well read. He's almost chewed his way through the 22 volumes of a children's encyclopaedia.
We have been in the woods, and Viktor scurried hither and thither with his nose almost below ground. He's also nuts about searching for tidbits around the house, like you advised us to do. Another special thing happened today in the woods. We lost something there. Viktor's batteries were totally lost. He was asleap almost before we reached the car, and he's still asleap. This has never happened before, he's never been this worn out, so it's probably not the last time we'll try to win a day off after a trip to the woods"
Mid December 1999: "We're trying to teach him to walk on
a lead, but he won't. He'll walk when we're homeward bound, or when
either Christian or Casper is leading the way. So our morning walk
takes place with Viktor sitting on my arm when leaving, then he'll
walk back again..
Updated on 26-8-03