My Three Doxsons

My Three Doxsons
Miss Peaches, Foozie and Spaatz

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Mission Impossible

If you own a dachshund, or two, or more, you my find that what might be a simple everyday task may have a slight twist to it. There may be a dog in the middle of it. Oh, and they know how to be so cute and charming. You most likely will find them impossible to resist. Spaatz here, loves to "help" with the laundry folding. Especially if it's warm out of the dryer. Then he may settle down right on top of some freshly folded clothes. Why wait to put your clothes on to get dog hair on them? You can have it preapplied. I just made that word up.
Spaatz's main hobby is hunting, but he is never too busy to help with cooking of course. He loves to be on stand by in case something is dropped or if something needs taste testing. I once was at a get together where there were no dogs in residence, I looked down and there was quite a bit of food debris on the floor. I thought to myself if there were a couple of dachshunds here this place would be half cleaned up already.They may be hounds, but they're working dogs too.
Anyone who follows My Three Doxson's knows that Miss Peaches has been on the mend following major back surgery in July. She is continuing to do well and is adjusting to her new normal. While she is getting around great she is getting used to waiting to go up or down stairs or on furniture. She even "calls" me when she needs me. It's not a bark or a whine, it's more of a harrumph. That's a underused word, but she's always been a great communicator and had a way of speaking to me. I just have to figure out what she wants. Sometimes it's obvious, sometimes not so much.

Friday, August 21, 2015

The Peaches Report

Things are kinda back to a new normal. Miss Peaches is doing well after her back surgery. You may know she ruptured a disc on July 13th. We had to take her to a specialist in Yonkers. It really was one of those days, right down to the truck breaking down 2 miles from the vets, then several times on the way home after we dropped her off. When she came home I slept on the floor for 10 days until she got stronger. We tried the crate thing. No deal, cried ALL night. At least on the floor I got some sleep. Now Peaches is feeling a lot like her old self. Hunting is back on the activities list.
She seemed to feel that there were mice in the laundry room. I believe her completely. She has shown to be an expert mouser. She spent a good deal of time waiting for said mouse to show himself.
While today she had no trophy's to offer, it was a way to keep her out of trouble for a while. She really has her mind on much bigger quarry. There is a woodchuck which frequents our backyard that she really would like to tangle with. It is my job to make sure they never meet. We are still carrying her up and down for her own good, but when she's on the ground she can motivate.
I try to calm her down and tell her the critters are gone before I put her down. This seems to diffuse the excitement level. So she goes about and does her sniffing. She is walking pretty well now, but still has this swagger. Think John Wayne. Only time will tell if that will go away. So we're very happy she is doing well, getting stronger everyday, and continuing to brighten our lives.
Yep, it's officially the dog days of summer here, but then again, everyday is a dog day around here.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

I Was Going to eat Lunch.... Then...

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
Spaatz, bright and shiny again.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Drabble , and the Miss Peaches Update

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.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Miss Peaches- Down, but not out.

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.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

The Small American Nesting Hound

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.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Thank you Miss Peachy

Brave Bearded Beauty
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.