Hank has a lethal tail. So lethal, in fact, that two recent guests who have been visiting and playing with Edward on the floor have requested ice packs after getting thumped in the head by Hank's happy wagger. I feared for all of my glass Christmas ornaments but remembered that one of the best Christmas memories from my youth was watching in horror as the family dachshunds, during a heated game of chase, got tangled in the lights of my Grandmother's Christmas tree and brought the whole ensemble crashing to the ground. The Victorian style ornaments we bought her over the next three years to replace the ones destroyed by our dachshunds hang on my tree today. Hank did well. He only broke two.
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