norabombay, you were right. There really is nothing more amusing than feeding spaghetti noodles to a dachshund.
Speaking of dachshunds, I am seriously planning that dachshunds-on-Voyager fic for Tucker's Sweet Sixteen. There will be stains. There will be destruction. Characters will be relentlessly punched in the legs by dogs demanding attention and table scraps. There will be stolen blankets and shoes, and the grisly entrails of massacred chewtoys will cover the decks. And the one responsible for bringing these tiny sources of chaos and mayhem on board will be none other than Q. Really, who else?