Among his brothers and a one-time foster sister, Duncan alone truly enjoyed car rides. He also took great pride in patrolling any yard, walking its perimeter with the precision of a seasoned security guard. Duncan was not a lover of toys, but he deeply enjoyed watching the world from the window and harbored a special hatred for large brown trucks bearing the UPS logo. In his later years, when Duncan lost the ability to walk, he became well known in the neighborhood as the spoiled dachshund enjoying his evening walk in the comfort of a red wagon. And even then, he continued to relish time in the grass, content simply being one with nature.

We will remember Duncan for many things. Duncan never lost his dashing good looks. One of the most profoundly beautiful black and tan dachshunds we have met, he seemed to hardly age with each passing year. Perhaps his most remarkable trait was his impeccable house training. Duncan did not have accidents. Even in moments of extreme need, he would hold out and alert the household with urgent barking rather than make a mess indoors. Given his brothers' naughty behaviors, this trait clearly does not pass along through role-model behavior for this breed.