Well now. We might have to go out of our way a little bit to suport these folks.
WHY "LONG DOG"?
I grew up with dachshunds. James gave me a wire-haired dachshund puppy for my 30th birthday and was soon devoted to the breed as well, as was Steven. Otto died suddenly of heart failure in 1998 (we were all devastated) and his ashes are buried under the first Pinot Noir vine planted in 1999. We then acquired Ben, a beautiful big red wire-haired dachshund sadly killed by a speeding car. The current dachshunds-in-residence are Bella and Fanny. Calling the vineyard "Long Dog" just made us smile.
It seems from the site that you can only order directly from them. If so, we'll have to treat ourselves one time...
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