My Name is Andy But! You! May Call Me Andrew

What is it like living with a character that makes you laugh, cry, lose your temper, throw up your hands in despair, yet is still able to remain your very best friend and confidant? This is the only way to describe a gorgeous blond and platinum, wire-hair dachshund, with a beard, a not too long but very sturdy body, and an attitude the likes of which one rarely comes across in a lifetime. This is what caused this book to come about. We are not talking about antics that occur once in a while, but on a daily basis. And all the events are based on pure fact. . .