Hi, my name is Asher ... I was picked up by animal control , I was running down the road minding my own business and the next thing I knew, I was in the truck heading to the slammer.  When I got there, they took my picture, poked me with something called a "vaccination" and before I knew it, I was in jail with a few of my fellow strays.  I was finally able to convince someone that I am indeed a dachshund, most people had not seen a wire-haired doxie!  Freedom at last... I am in a nice foster home now with alot of my own kind and my foster mom says I'm so cuddly and sweet.  She thinks I'm pretty smart too. I want my very own home where I'll be allowed to sleep in the big bed and be treated like royalty... I heard all about that in the slammer too.  If you know what royalty means, we need to talk.