Mrs. Frida Vodegel, who helps her husband run a dachshund kennel in North Hackensack, N. J., did not notice a pile of fresh meat, tied in neat little rolls, lying just inside their fence one morning last week. But the 15 pure-bred dachshunds which she let out for an airing soon scented it. Scurrying on their stubby, crooked legs, they tumbled and fought in their eagerness to snap up the juicy morsels.
Few minutes later Mrs. Vodegel heard agonized whines, rushed out to find the dogs writhing in convulsions. Before a veterinarian could...
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