re: Anyone else have a Dachshund?

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AT&T slammed two vans into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the street of Sherwood Forest to Millerville - just delivered the modem, the gigablast. Eleven men went into the street. Van went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first dachshund for about half an hour - a miniature - thirteen incher. You know how you know that when you're on the street, Chief? You tell by lookin' from the ear to the tail. What we didn't know was our cable mission had been so secret, no 911 had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, dachshunds come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like that you see in the calendar named 'The Battle of Waterloo.' And the idea was, the dachshund comes to the nearest man and he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin'. Sometimes the dachshund go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that dachshund, he looks right into ya, right into your eyes. Y'know, the thing about a dachshund, he's got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesn't seem to be livin' until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white, and then - aww, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin', the street turns red, and in spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and rip ya to pieces. You know, by the end of that first dawn, we lost 5 men. I don't know how many dachshunds, maybe a thousand. I don't know how many men. They averaged 1 an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Cable layer. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down on the street just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, an Eatel van saw us. He swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later, a big fat Cox truck comes down and start to pick us up. You know, that was the time I was most frightened - waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a yellow jacket again. So, eleven men went in the street, three men come out, and the dachshunds took the rest, June the 29th, 2017. Anyway, we delivered the modem.

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