My Three Doxsons

My Three Doxsons
Spaatz, Miss Peaches and Foozer

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Happy Birthday Miss Peaches and Mr Foo

I'm happy to announce that the "old dogs"celebrated their birthday this weekend. Mr. Foo, was as far as we're concerned, 10 years old on April Fool's Day. Miss Peaches turned 11 the day after.
Miss Peaches is a true Diva with an attitude and I'm so glad that she has fully recovered from her major back surgery 2 summer's ago. You would never guess she's 11. She loves walkies, in fact she and Sandie turn into complete idiot's when they figure we're going for a walk. You might think they would get all wore out from the pre-walk excitement.
Then there is Mr. Foo, who is showing his age as all red smooth dachshunds do, with his face turning grey. His paws too. His activities have slowed down too. He often figures that he'll just stay on the couch while everyone else goes outside. It's cold out there. He'll take a pass on the squirrel hunting.
Do you find your dogs name changing over time? Mr.Foo started life here as Foozeball. Although, he is mostly known as Fooze, it has morphed from Foozeball to Foober, Foobie, Foob and now Mr. Foo. I suppose all that is left if for me to call him FFFFF. Not sure he'll answer to that. Especially since it seems like his hearing is not what it used to be.
I must say we had a great "doggie day" to celebrate that included some yummy venison treats that dad saved for them, but a nice walk in the sunshine, and to top it all off, Miss Peaches was outside at the end of the day and was sniffing feverishly around a tarp covering the tractor. Well, she found a vole, which she dispatched immediately. She got her face washed, and her teeth brushed after that. That most likely not the best part of the day for her, but all in all a good doggie day.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The Sound of Cheese

So your thinking to yourself "cheese doesn't make a sound", but to the trained dachshund ear , it definitely does make a sound, and it can be heard from across the house. It's a crinkle sound.
I know that if I open a package of cheese in the kitchen the dogs will be running, no need to call them. Just the smallest taste makes them happy. Until they invent silent wrappers this will be the case. If you think you might slip into the kitchen for a little snack of cheese by yourself, forget it.
I've already documented this new breed of dachshund, the North American Cheesehound. Always willing to sniff out any cheesy combustibles you might have in case you lost them.
Their noses are highly sensitive. You probably couldn't eat cheese without a dachshund detecting it if it were unwrapped and you were alone on the third floor in a dark closet. Look at that face, could you deny her just a wafer thin piece? I think not.
Perhaps that's an idea for the next new invention, The Cheese silencer. It might help with other breeds of dogs, even people too. Preventing a disaster in your home like a shortage of cheese. I shudder to think.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Boo Boo and her Magic Belly

Miss Peaches naturally has an assortment of nick names, she is the only dog here affectionately known as Boo Boo. Somehow that name is natural to her, just as Sandie is Miss Waggers. That's pretty self explanatory. Anyway, I thought that I would share the wonder of the"Magic Belly". Peaches has had it all her life, she cannot help it.
Rest assured if your having a rough day all you need is to rub the magic belly and you start to feel better. And Peachy will pretty much be available as long as she is needed. The service is free, and as far as I can tell, there is no time limit. You yourself may have a dachshund with a magic belly and find yourself among the fortunate.
 Sandie has a pretty magical belly too, but she hasn't quite the legend status as Boo Boo. Sandie has a very "doughy" quality about her that is nice, and she is usually willing to lend a tummy when needed. Then you might be real nice and throw a toy for her 100 times.
Spaatz, well he is a boy so he does enjoy having that big dachshund chest rubbed quite a bit. That's only available on a limited basis as there may be a squirrel outside that needs to be barked at. This dog has an agenda and a mission, so he may have to leave at a moments notice.
Foozeball, aka Mr Foo is the oddball here. Not really into tummy or chest rubs. He does like a good cranium scratch and is fond of having his rear quarter panel rubbed, and if your on the toilet he will come and stand on your foot until you do so. Then if he's really into it he will extend his leg straight back and get the inside of his leg. That's as close as you will get to a belly rub with him.
So as we find ourselves in the midst of the holiday season, you may find yourself stressed with so much to do and just little time. Don't forget to take advantage of the tummy therapy that is available to you. You'll be glad you did and your dachshund will be too!

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Shout out: Get Well Crusoe from MYTHREEDOXSONS !

I feel compelled to send a shout out to Crusoe the Celebrity Dachshund who as you may or may not know is recovering from spine surgery. The reason is not only that we admire Crusoe and his blog, something we dachshund bloggers strive to be, but the similarities between our stories is interesting.

Some of you may know that last July our Miss Peaches blew out a disc in her back as told in Peaches, down but not out . That was a really tough day, not only for the Peach, but for us as well. We took her to the Animal Specialty Center in Yonkers, New York, where she had her surgery and the best of care while she spent 3 days, and I visited her everyday. I felt kind of lost with her in the hospital, but once I decided to visit I felt better, even with the hour drive each way.
You see I had a mission to see her. Just as she had come to see me. Crusoe's mom had been in an auto accident and spent a summer in the hospital, so they both had to recover from spine injuries. I had the unfortunate luck to get Guillian Barre' Syndrome back in 2008 and spent 2 month's in the hospital, some of that time on life support. My daughter Marlena was able to sneak Peaches in to see me in a big handbag. So she visited me and I visited her. I had to learn to walk again, and Peachy did too.
We did the sling thing with going out as Crusoe is, and were so pleased when Peachy was able to pee and poop on her own right away without discomfort. We kept her quiet of course, and I slept on the floor with her for 10 days. We all did, you think the rest of the crew would sleep somewhere else? 
Fast forward to this summer, Miss Peachy is going strong. You would never guess that she had back surgery or that she is 10 years old. The only thing she does is use both back feet as one when she runs. We call it "double footin", but she always did that a little, now it's most of the time. You can only notice her scar when I shave some of that wiry hair off for summer. Best wishes to Crusoe for a speedy and full recovery! Crusoe: Going for surgery



Thursday, August 4, 2016

Ride, Walk, Swim, Dachshund

So we went on the dachshund triathlon today, which included the ride, to the rail trail, which is kind of anxiety filled because they know we're going for a walk and they can't wait to get there. I usually have to diddle around a bit before I start the walk because 2 or 3 of them will have the so excited I have to poop now urge. That's okay, I expect it and it gets it over with before we go.
Then we get going, and believe me they go, 4 dachshunds can pull pretty hard, especially when a chipmunk crosses our path. Today we did 2.5 miles, which they do without blinking, even Miss Peachy who is ten and had major back surgery last year. Foozie, who is nine is a little slower than the rest, but doesn't keep anybody waiting.
As a special treat we stop at the creek on the trail on the way back so they can cool off and get a drink. Peachy, Sandie and even Spaatz go in while Fooze usually puts on the breaks and wants no part of the swimming portion of the event. We continue back to the car where we finish up with a ride back home. Everyone is tired and no one is whining on the way back
At home the garden is getting pretty jungle like at this point of the summer. The gang loves that too, you never know what kind of critter might be hiding in there. With them it's always game on.

Friday, July 8, 2016

When Badger dogs can't find a Badger

What should any seriously minded badger dog do when there aren't any badgers handy. Well they do what we all do, that is, make do with the next best thing. Today it was the long tailed weasel.
Spaatz- My Leetle Keeler
Now Spaatz and Peaches, Sandie too. She does try. They have been concentrating most of their efforts on squirrels and chipmunks, because they are plentiful. Chipmunks especially this year, lots of them. Miss Peaches got a chipmunk last week and a snake the week before.
Sandie, E for effort, no gold star yet
Spaatz definitely gets the prize this week, because he got a weasel all by himself. Let me tell you those critters stink when there fighting for they're lives. So now the dogs are on high alert even more than ever because now we have cool animals to hunt.
Peaches, the huntress
It was surprising when Spaatz pulled the weasel out of the wood pile that is inside the dog fence. The weasel didn't have the big picture in mind. Perhaps he wanted chipmunk for breakfast too, or a bird perhaps.Unfortunately for him there was a team of badger dogs on staff here. Also known as the mighty dachshund.
Foozeball- I'll be on the couch if you need me.
Spaatz never ceases to amaze me with his hunting drive, I always thought the wire hair or even the long hair varieties of dachshund were more into hunting. Foozeball, my first smoothie is mostly into the couch. He'll hunt if you drop the animal in front of him, but he's not going to go looking for one. Sandie certainly is a gamer, no doubt, she doesn't possess the smarts Spaatz has. She is very fast, the rest of it is a work in progress.
Bad day for the weasel.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Results Are In


Yes, the results are in, and it's official.- Miss Sandie has been voted dog most likely to leave my house tucked in someones suitcase. Sandie has warmed her way into the hearts of many a visitor, who by the end of their stay are contemplating sneaking her out the door whilst no one is watching. This, even though she fairly resembles an anteater the way her tongue is always trying to lick some bit of exposed skin she can find. That, and she will bark at you more than anyone when you arrive.
My son Henry was just here for a visit and already knew he loved Sandie. They bonded the last time he was here over a game of Frisbee. That's because she will fetch longer than you will feel like throwing. My daughter also loves Sandie, but that's because she's sweet, soft and "squishy"
Spaatz also got as close to Hank as he has anyone who isn't here regular. He was able to hold him like a baby as I do. One of the reason's he's also known as "babyman"
Miss Peachy warmly welcomed my daughter, after all, she was originally her dog, but otherwise she's pretty much my girl. I've become even more important to her since her back surgery last year. Here she is before a recent haircut.
Mr.Foo, aka Foozeball, really seems to remember when Hank used to come home from college and Fooze would always pee himself because he was so excited to see him. Now that Foober is 9 he does have control of himself, but he still runs upstairs everyday to see if Henry is still here, and sadly he's not.
Recent guests included extra dachshunds