I was working outside, trying to keep my vegetable garden watered in this summer heat where it hasn't been raining hardly at all. I was planning to stop for lunch when my plans abruptly changed. All the dogs were inside except Sandie, who was sitting over be the wood pile they love to sniff around for chipmunks and other vermin.
I called Sandie to come in. I called her several times. She just sat there and looked at me. Offered her a biscuit, not moving. I went over, and as I picked her up I knew lunch was on hold. Her paws and face were caked with mud. It was once again time for The Ever Popular Unplanned Washing of the Dog. A feature of this blog for sure.
Miss Peaches is usually featured in anything about dog washing, but she is currently on the disabled list since her back surgery 2 weeks ago. While she is doing well, she is not quite up to her old tricks, which I have to remind her of constantly. She is getting used to me telling her to hold up so I can carry her in and out, up and down.
So my wire haired girls are the usual culprits when it comes to digging and getting down and dirty. There are occasions when Spaatz gets in on the act. He is also one to roll in something that catches his nose. Much to my dismay. He originated the unplanned washing of the dachshund. Sometimes-we-just-call-him-stinky
Sometimes it seems like this is exactly what's going on at my house. Sandie in particular is guilty of this. I tell her no barking, reassure her that there is no one here or that it's Dad about to come in. They know the sound of his truck, It's a diesel. I know they hear him coming down the road before I do. They start barking early, then I realize they heard it a half mile a way.
Then the crazy thing is later, you can be calling them to come in over and over and they really do not seem to hear you. They look up finally as if to say "oh, did you say something?" "Let me just sniff this blade of grass for another minute and I'll be right with you." Good thing they're sweet and cute and loving and all that stuff or there might be a problem.
Miss Peaches is doing really well since her back surgery, she can be the champ of not listening, but she's not the biggest barker. Now the challenge is to keep her from doing too much now that she is feeling better. I have taken up sleeping on the floor so that she is safe. She has been sleeping with people since she was a pup and is not doing the crate thing at night. So I will get down to her level. The tough part is making the floor not feel like the floor.
We've had dogs always, since 1980, and dachshunds since 1997. So far we had been really lucky. Unfortunately that changed on Monday. I'm not sure when the actual moment it happened, we knew her back was bothering her. We had taken her to the vet and were helping her up and down and hoping we could avoid a bigger problem. Monday, I was going to take them for a short walk, Peach was excited as usual. We got out the door and as far as next door when she put on the brakes. We went back home, she walked back, but it was terribly apparent something was horribly wrong. She was in major distress and dragging her back feet. I called my husband, we rushed her to the vet. They referred us to an awesome veterinary facility in Yonkers. If we to save her we would have to act quickly, we left directly. They gave us the low down, an MRI and spine surgery. My husband made the call, we would go ahead with it.
The MRI showed 95% compression of the disc, she couldn't rehab back from this. The surgery went well, after removing the damaged disc the spinal cord looked good. I drove the hour to see her on the two days she had to stay in the hospital. I was happy she chowed down some food while I was there on the first day as they said she hadn't eaten. I thought I wouldn't visit as I thought she might be upset to have me leave her again, but my daughter said her dog really got better sooner when she visited him. So I decided I would. I know I felt much better seeing her and I think she really felt better seeing me. Besides Peachy visited me once in the hospital (my daughter snuck her in her bag), so I owed her.
My sweet Peachy is home now and we are helping her with her physical therapy. The first night was tough, she cried a lot. mostly because she had to stay in the crate instead of next to me. It will be one day at a time now for awhile. I know what it's like to be paralyzed and have to learn to walk again and get your strength back, so I am going give her all the help she needs. She's got a lot of spirit and drive so we actually need to keep her from doing too much. On the way home she wanted to put her head out the window, but I just held her so she could smell the breeze. As we pulled into our road she picked her head up and was obviously very happy because there's no place like home.
The Small American Nesting Hound is alive and well and may be taking up a bit of your personal space right now. Whether you are sleeping, watching TV or just reading your email, you may have one of these creatures on your lap or stuffed in tightly against you.
If you are like me and have more than one of theses uber cuddlers you may find yourself pinned down unable to move. If you've ever gotten a cramp in your leg in one of these situations, it may be difficult to rouse them. When you shift yourself, even a small amount, they just readjust themselves and your back where you started.
In the winter, if you live where it gets cold this is not so bad, and may even save on the heating bills. There is the hazard though of when you first sit down there may be a collection of Nylabones and other chewy toys that are really uncomfortable to sit on. I have enforced the no bones on the bed rule. The couch is a different story. Once Spaatz was using my leg as a place to prop up his bone so he could chew on it better. No, no, no, this is definitely not working. Take that thing elsewhere. There is an order to all this nesting and cuddling though. everyone has their "spot". Sandie, the most recently acquired hound bends this rule a bit. She is a little behind in the ways of the dachshund, but she is learning slowly from my learned staff of professionals. She is very endearing though and sometimes I wake to find her head on my pillow next to me sleeping like a person. I find this to be kinda sweet. That she is, to the core.
Apon waking, Spaatz will nudge his way under my hand, and if I move it he will do it again. Then, most likely Sandie will try to get her head in there too. Followed by Fooze and Miss Peach will grumble that she is not being patted as well.
So if you find yourself fortunate enough to own a Nesting Hound or two, or three, or more you know how sweet and fun they are. If not, what are you waiting for? You know you want one. Go ahead, that's how it starts.
I'd like to thank my bearded beauty for coming to the rescue. Last night whilst I was trying to secure things about the house, Miss Peachy took care of a situation for me. We were supposed to get a storm that could pack a tornado, (it didn't even rain hard). I'm okay with no tornado, but being a gardener was hoping for some much needed rain. Anyway I was tuning into the TV to check out the radar when Peachy was in the corner of the living room raising quite the ruckus. A bit more than the usual late bus dropping off the neighbor kid bark. I implored her to settle down so I could check on the weather when I realized the cause for her alarm. There was a snake in the house. My first look had me a little startled as it seemed to be a good size snake. She tangled with it a bit and it hid under a small piece of furniture at the bottom of the stairs. I told all the dogs to step back. I called my husband, he said he would be right there, and for me to keep an eye on it. Fortunately his shop is right around the corner. I kept an eye on it, it came out from under it's hiding place and unfortunately went under the stairs. Oh great, a snake in the closet under the stairs. The good part was I realized it was just a big garter snake. Not any real danger to Peach.
I figured when my husband arrived I would send in Peachy and he could be on the other side in case the snake tried to escape. This didn't work. It had disappeared. I'm in there moving stuff around, she is sniffing like mad. I was thinking if we find it in this tight space I'm probably going to scream. No snake. Well, this is super, I have a snake in the house and I don't no where it is. My husband went back to work, and I went about putting my groceries away etc.
A short while later Miss Peach let me know the snake was back under that piece of furniture again. Okay, were going to let her take care of this, I'm not going to let this keep me tiptoeing about the house until this snake decides to move his whole family in here. I moved the little hutch it was hiding under, Peach went in and grabbed it, let it go and it quickly dashed under the couch. Everyone was interested now, all ready for it, I pulled out the couch. Peach didn't want to share her snake so she ran in and grabbed it and gave it the death shake, and it was all over. Thank you my sweet little Peach. I did discard the body myself, but was glad to have my team here headed by wire hair dachshund Miss Peachy. She got an extra chewy treat and a good beard wash and tooth brushing.
Hello dachshund lover's! We just had an extra dachshund staying here with us. His name is Rupert, although he is affectionately known as RuRu, or Rutabaga, or as I sometimes call him- Rooster. Rupert is a very sweet dachshund, quite friendly. But he can be kinda mischievous. Rupert is one of my daughter's dachshunds, we both have 4. Yes, it's kinda an illness and it's catching, so beware.We put up some gates to keep the dogs in the kitchen while we were out. Now My dogs are content to stay in bounds, in fact you don't have to secure the gates. The gate could be lying down in the doorway and they still won't pass, but Rupert needs to get out of any confinement just because he must.
This was a big adventure for Rupert, flying up from Florida. Did you know if your doctor signs a note for you saying you need a therapy dog with you to keep calm while you travel they can travel for free? My daughter was able to do this with Rupert. I saw the form, you can have up to 3 dogs. I found this to be quite interesting, and will keep this in mind in the future.
Probably one of Rupert's favorite moments was when the dogs got a squirrel and he got to play too. Dachshund live for that kind of stuff, and it was a first for him. The only problem is when it's over they don't want it to end. Mr. squirrel is no fun anymore when he has xx's in his eyes.
I find when you have multiple dachshund's, once you have more than 2 it doesn't matter when one more is around. I do imagine that does tap out at some point. I know I've seen people with more than me so I haven't quite attained the "crazy dachshund lady" status yet. Not quite.Whenever we get together with my daughter and her dogs there is always a lot of barking, but always a lot of fun and laughter too.
Drabble knows how dachshunds operate. If you are like me, you are all to familiar with this drill. While the mighty dachshund is surely an invaluable security system, they are a little hair trigger.
If you have more than one dachshund, then there may be an "instigator". In my case I have two of them. Foozy is a barking instigator from way back, anything, doesn't matter if it's a half mile away. If he can hear it, see it, or smell it, it is an intruder and the warning must be issued. Then there is Sandie, who isn't too sharp (although terribly sweet), she barks at everything, but then she won't stop.
Sandie- Marathon barker
I think the classic moment was a couple weeks ago. We have a little fenced in area in the back yard where they can hang out. I could hear them all barking, so I went to investigate, when I looked to see what was going on, they were all barking , but facing different sides of the fence. They weren't even barking at the same thing. They were all just barking at the world.