Chewbacca..... what a Wookie!

My dog looked liked a mini-chewbacca when he was a puppy, so we named him The Wookie. He is a little over a year old to this date, and is far beyond the redeeming skills of the Dog Whisperer or even Dog the Bounty Hunter. One of our friends refers to him as "a little turd", and that is a pretty accurate description. He is a 13 pound, miniature, red long-haired dachshund. He recently got neutered and barks at everything. I used to think he was really dumb, really really dumb, but he is just stubborn and actually very very smart and somewhat vengeful. Here is our daily routine.... Jenna wakes up, lets him outside in the morning. He goes outside, barks at everything from clouds to the dew drops, and probably pisses off our entire neighborhood. Jenna brings him inside and he goes apeshit until she throws him on the bed with me and goes to work. Wookie runs to the Ottoman and passes out for about 8 hours. He seriously doesn't move until about 2 p.m. when I get back from class. I get back from class, drag his lazy butt outside and he plops in the sun for about an hour and prances around our "yard". Whenever he starts barking a certain way, and I can tell, I let him in and he goes straight for the doggy bowl. He chows down on his food and then starts to get wound up for approximatly the next 8 hours. He might chew anything within his reach, which isn't much thank god, play in his little "cave", or bug the hell out of me. He is quite and instigator and will nudge, jump, nip, bite, maim my leg until I rough house with him for at least an hour. I gladly do so, he is fun to play with and pretty funny to watch. This goes on until we go to bed, and he settles into his nook and stays up most of the night. I know this because I can see that his eyes are open if I pop awake from a random strange dream. He's a good little watch dog, and on most days, where we follow this routine, things are good. Most of those days are a rare occasion. Weekends, we are out of the routine. Jenna and I fell asleep while watching a movie, Wookie had to go out, and because none of us would take him out due to being comatose on the couches, he went over to Jenna's couch and shit on the floor near her head. She woke up from the smell, and took him outside, and I cleaned up the mess, which I had partially stepped in also. He has done this before. We weren't feeding him the right dog food for a while, and I didn't notice that his "adjustment phase" never stopped. If I slept in too late, quite often, Wookie would crap in front of my floor fan in our bedroom and just wait. Usually when the entire room smelled like Alpo induced diaharrea, I woke up and took him outside. Now that he is longer, and a little smarter, he knows to come over and jab my face with his nose if I am asleep (my face is always very close to the edge of the mattress). There are many other intricacies that make him very eccentric. I'm pretty sure that dog is possessed, by whom, I'm guessing it is either John Belushi or the Loch Ness Monster