Another dachshund training camp for Nové Herštejn (or how I drank Kout beer)

 
I had another long day at the training camp of (two) dachshunds.
 
In the morning, sometimes in the early hours of the morning, the local dachshunds went to chase the hares and mainly to wait for them, but as I learned, none were there. This training was supposed to take place at our housing estate. There are plenty of them here. I confess that the hunting party returned before I was properly awake. But in that cabin, despite all the ventilation and…