This is my good boy, KC . He is a fourteen-year old smooth short haired red dachshund. Well, he WAS red, just like his beautiful mother Miss Katie, but now he's a frosty brownish-red. But he is still the best dog I ever had. His name is Frank, King of Connellsville, because we went to Connellsville, Pennsylvania to pick him up. I named him Frank after my father, but after numerous bouts of "Frank, did you poop in the hall?" and "Frankie, do not lick your...", I had to change his name, so he is now KC. In the photo above, he helped me with a book promotion called KC's Book Pick of the Week. It took a few cookies to get that great photo!