My dachshund as a youngin would bring you your shoes and socks from the front door to the living room, so I taught him to put the socks in the laundry room which was attached to the living room, and he had a nice little sock pile to enjoy in there. When we moved houses, the laundry room was in a different place and had a door. So he started hiding the shoes all over the house. Fucker.
As he aged he developed a habit of just stealing socks and keeping them. When my dad got married and we lived with the new family a few years, my step-sister moved her bed to find a massive horde of hers/step-moms panties with a network of tunnels and sock deposits.
Now I live in a small apartment and he is pretty damn old and is pleased for me just to toss him my socks when I get home and he catches them and puts them down. I got another really weird one - One day I popped outside to have a joint at about 1am. As a dachshund he is very mischievous and a voracious scavenger. Tortilla chips are one of his favorites. I come back inside to find him SUFFOCATING inside a bag of tortilla chips, spasming and out of breath and damn near passed out dead, STILL FUCKING EATING THE CHIPS. I think he was having some sort of bad ass near death experience.
Well it traumatized him a little bit and he also blamed me for it. He started doing really fucking weird shit every night around the time the NDE-Tortilla Chip-boogaloo happened. He would sit at my door way and lay on his side and stare at me and whine and vibrate his body, or just sit there and whine, or sit just out of sight and make weird clicking noises and shit, and if you approached him in any way he would dart off, turn around, then run back and attack me. Sometimes it was pretty creepy but it was really fuckin annoying. He just stopped doing it one day.
Not really a weird thing he does but he went paralyzed from your basic "down in the back" that some dogs, esp. dachshund get. He is so clever we had no idea what the fuck was wrong with him for like 3 days and he had absolutely no use of his back legs. The vet said he was fucked, 10k worth of possible bills and the surgery might not even fix it. I just kept him in the crate a lot for like a month and he was fine. That was like 5 years ago and hes overweight now and still walking fine.
Also, he doesn't like black people, cops, or people on bikes. We used to have this black guy that lived with us that was a bad alcoholic and a bit of a crackhead and definitely kicked the dog a few times so my dog is a jerk and blames it on the blackness. We were obviously kind of ghetto back then and had cops storm up in our shit a few times so he hates cops now and has attempted to attack 3 of them later in his life. I have no idea whats up with the bicycle hate but it really pisses him off and he will try to attack them. He also tries to attack airplanes.
One time I opened my door and he instantly locked eyes with this little 5 year old mexican kid and flew off the porch and charged at the kid while roaring and gnashing his teeth and the kids is like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and is falling over from pure terror, but the second they meet he starts wagging his tail and the kids stops crying instantly and 5 minutes later they are rolling around and playing.
pic of him http://i.imgur.com/gYukW7o.jpg
