This is not Portsmouth..

Needed to look at somewhere a bit more wholesome!
This from way back. Freya was not only a miniature long haired Dachsund but she was also the runt of the litter, so small enough to slip into a bag if she needed to be carried.
A real goer, she would go on a 5 mile walk and still want to be chased around the sofa on our return.
She was Teflon coated. She never needed washing. She hated water. Her long hair always looked like it had just been freshly washed and crimped. She didn't seem to shed her hair either.
She never smelt 'doggy'.
If walking across a field with thistles in she would simply sit down (she couldn't avoid them as was so close to the ground) and look backwards with a rather haughty air. Meaning.. "I want carrying, please!"
So this is Dartmoor. We spent many happy years camping down there. Freya loved it.
She died some time ago now.