My Three Doxsons

My Three Doxsons
Spaatz, Miss Peaches and Foozer

Monday, April 2, 2018

Happy Birthday Miss Peaches and Foozball 2018

The beginning of April every year finds us celebrating the birthdays of our beloved "old" dogs, Miss Peachy and Foozie.  Fooze's birthday on the first because it seemed appropriate. Not sure of the real date, we know it's in April. Peaches is officially on the 2nd.
Peaches is 12 years old now which clocks her in around 84 years old. She has a lot of spirit and hopefully she will live to be our oldest dog ever, beating out the 13 year mark by plenty.
Mr Foo is 11 years old now. He seems to be showing his age a bit more as he has become pretty deaf. I can walk in and out of the house several times, carrying bags and the other dogs dancing around excitedly without him hearing enough to disturb his slumber.
 Peaches still has a whole lot of spunk for a 12 year old dog that has recovered from major back surgery four years ago. If there's an adventure to be had, this girl is game.
The two of them have definitely slowed down. They have gotten so they don't feel like getting up for every little thing.I did insist this morning that if Peaches wanted a slice of frozen banana she would have to get out of my bed and come into the kitchen. She did.
They should still have many sunny days ahead for them, many doggie adventures still to be had.
Peachy will always be up for a good hunt as long as there are critters in the garden.
Mr. Foo as a dacshing youngster.
Spaatz and Sandie, both 7 years old are our youngsters.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Miss Peaches: Swiffer for the Planet

I recently took the dogs for a little hike on the local Greenway trail, which was very nice and the dogs thoroughly enjoyed it. Part of the trail is all leaves and sticks from the past fall. Which can be problematic for Peachy. I have to remove a variety of leaves and debris from her underside afterwards
If you find yourself lucky enough to own a wire haired dachshund or two, you may be all too familiar with the phenonmenon of the canine swiffer. Miss Peaches, in the photo above has just had a bath after a walk. As you can see, she can't do a thing with her eyebrows after a bath.
Now I'm sure the same could be said for the long hair dachshund as well. Rupert here, my "grand dog" would experience the same issue I'm sure, but he's in Florida and hasn't been on any trails in New York as of late.
Some of you may recall Miss Peach has a similar problem with snow. The worst part about that is, while you might think you could "brush" the snow away. You would be sadly mistaken. It quickly becomes embedded and has to be pulled out, snowball by snowball.
Soon, with the warmer weather I will have the ritual "shaving the Peach". It helps keep the bugs down and her undercarriage a little more tidy. My other wire hair, Sandie, I keep shaved year round.
As you can see, while she is very cute, the fur is very fine and prone to matting. She hates to be brushed, and will run away if she sees the brush. She is very cooperative for the shaving process, so it works out better for all this way. I like to say she is part "O-Cedar".
She does clean up very well I must say. Then there are the boys, Spaatz and Foozeball, or Mr. Foo.
They don't have these problems with their short fur. That can cut down on the number of dogs that need to washed after a hike. While we have the whole process down to a science, it can be a lot of work and towels. The hazards of having a bunch of low rider dogs. It's okay, they're totally worth it.
I wouldn't change a thing.
My Golden Girl

Friday, January 12, 2018

Miss Peaches and the Schnitzel

Last night I was making schnitzel with mushroom gravy, home fries and asparagus. We were plating our food when an incident occurred that naturally involved the dachshunds, being opportunists,
Now who should be at the center of this event? None other than Miss Peaches. I had warm plates in the oven that I had put the schnitzel on and was continuing with the potatoes. I noted that the meat nearly went sliding off my plate when I moved briskly. Pay attention, foreshadowing here.
My husband, Jerry grabbed his plate and put what looked like a lot of potatoes on it. Then I looked and realized the schnitzel I had put there moments ago was gone. Where's your meat ? I said
Then I looked down and the boys were licking the floor. Oh my goodness, I couldn't believe it! I could, actually, because it nearly happen to me. Now mind you, there was a sound of a very minor altercation between the dogs at this time. Not serious enough to be about a nice piece of meat.
As it turns out we continued getting our plates filled, fortunately there was another piece of meat, I was about to sit down when I realized Miss Peaches still had the schnitzel and was chewing away at the edges. I was wondering how the whole piece of meat had been devoured without us noticing, with nothing left ,but to lick the floor. The meat was confiscated. The threats of no bedtime snack was rescinded. Kinda. Peaches ration would be reduced considerably.
I can't blame them, it's not like they stole it. It was literally thrown at them. I was impressed that Miss Peachy with hardly so much as a tiny growl took control of said piece of meat. Still the queen she is. Spaatz has been claiming top dog status sometimes lately. I guess when it's something really outstanding she will take command in short order. When your an old girl it has to be worth the effort.
Miss Peaches- Always the queen of my heart.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Dachshunds Can Make Laundry More Fun!

Spaatz in particular loves when I do laundry. He will follow me into my room when I'm carrying the basket. Today I did him a big favor and just dumped it on top of him. He got busy snuggling in.

Then as I fold the clothes the pile starts to dwindle a bit and I kinda feel bad because he is so content.

The good news is that his tummy is now more accessible for belly rubs. So the second part of this operation has it's benefits too. This also makes the job of laundry folding take much longer because he is irresistible. He knows this, counts on it, and I am defenseless in the face of such handsomeness.
There are not a whole lot of household chores that a dachshund can actively get involved in, but laundry must be top of the list. Oh, maybe the dishes,vacuuming, on the other hand is something completely different, there seems to be a complex dynamic of desires for them, between not liking the machine and it's noise and their need to be close to me at all times. But that's another story.

Rest assured that having Spaatz there to "help" IS help because his participation makes it more fun. Laundry folding has a fun factor of zero, so any help is a big improvement.

Happy Holidays to everyone out in dachshund land!!

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Sandie just snapped....again

Sweet, sweet Sandie poo. Such a sweet doggie. Everybody loves her. She may bark at you like crazy when you get here, but soon she 'll be giving kisses and winning your heart. She's a lover girl. Then..
Well, something happens. Now this has happened maybe a half a dozen times since we've had her. We are her third owners, but she's been with us for four years now. Ordinarily she is on the gentle side. When it comes to playing with toys she always lets Spaatz get his way. He gets the toy, lays down with his head on it, and she will just sit and stare at it, for a really long time. Really long.
Spaatz is "Mister Game Over" because when he gets the toy the game is over unless we take it away from him. Anyway, I was telling some family members of the phenomena of Sandie snapping and they couldn't believe it, and how it hasn't happened in a long time and then the next day we got a demonstration.
It was Christmas day and I was packing a cooler to go to in-laws for dinner. I had the cooler on the floor (mistake), and was loading it. Suddenly both Sandie and Peachy decided to take ownership of the cooler, and things went downhill and got very ugly. I grabbed Sandie by the back haunches and lifted her away to split them up. Unfortunately Miss Peaches was being lifted too because Sandie had a grip of her face in her mouth. Everyone was watching this unfold, and Sandie finally let go, and I tossed her in the crate that was close by.
We took Miss Peaches in the bathroom and cleaned up her small puncture wound. The cooler was removed of course, and Sandie was let out and all was normal again. I have no pictures or film of the incident, but hopefully it will be a really, really long time before Miss sweet and mild mannered goes all incredible hulk on us again
Now Sandie has never ever been aggressive towards a person. Its mostly been towards Peachy. I guess perhaps because they are both females. Ordinarily they are best girl friends, one always standing by while the other gets washed or shaved or some other doggie maintenance done. They can go for a year without a moment of any kind of being competitive, Miss Peaches is the Queen here and everyone knows it. Then snap.
The Golden Girls, Peaches, Sandie in full mop.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Making a long road trip with the dachshunds much better.

We went to Florida for Thanksgiving to see our loved ones. We brought along our best friends Spaatz, Peaches, Sandie and Foozeball. Roughly a 1200 mile trip each way.
For the most part, they slept the whole way. Which is amazing when they sleep all day, then sleep when we get to our destination. When we slow down a bit is when they wake up and think we've arrived somewhere. We did make many pit stop for walkies and water.
We have made this trek at least 4 times now and I must say it is a challenge to travel with dogs.  Especially when you have 4 of them. We have resorted to finding a hotel that will accept dogs and only admitting to 2 of them and sneaking the other 2 in the side door. Some places will charge you per dog. Now mind you, no one has ever barked or had an accident, so there are no problems.
Still it can be stressful to have to find a place to stay for our half way stop. Now this isn't for everyone, but since we are long time campers it was a natural solution. I found a really nice camping cabin, there are actually many to choose from, in North Carolina. Very reasonable and they didn't even charge for the dogs.
The one we stayed in on the way back had everything we needed including towels, bedding and a bathroom. In fact, the place was quite new and really solved this problem for us.
So we made it back in one piece and the Christmas crunch is in full swing, although nothing really changes for the dogs. They are very adaptable as long as they have a comfy spot to lay down.
They do get a little anxious when I'm going in and out of the house putting up my outside decorations
It makes them nervous that I'm packing the car to go on a long trip.


Friday, October 27, 2017

It's All About The Ramp

Yes, it's all about the ramp. We dachshund owners know that we have to protect those long backs. We have been have been "ramping" up our efforts here especially since two of our pack are getting to be seniors.
But the guiding event to this progress was Miss Peaches back surgery. The only place the dogs have to deal with stairs here is out the back door, and that is only two steps. We decided for all their little backs we ought to provide them with a ramp.

You wouldn't think that this was a big project, but it was. It had several incarnations before it was fined tuned into a workable ramp that they could use. First there was the straight wood ramp with sides. That was actually a slide,it made exiting the house an express route, so sandpaper squares were applied. That wasn't enough gription, so little wood slats every few inches were added. Then we had something. Next we had to convince them to use it. Even Spaatz, who is an amazing canine specimen of strength and agility needed to accept the ramp.                                                                       

Spaatz mainly uses the ramp to launch himself at this point. Always looking for some unfortunate rodent to catch himself unaware to the impending doom of the onslaught of a pack of dachshunds hell bent on destruction. The dachshunds don't get their man too often, but when they do there is much rejoicing, until the animal is no more, then it's boring again and maybe it's time for a nap in the sun.
Then you might be a bit of a weirdo like Foozeball and just go about half the way down the ramp and lay down right there. Fooze is the biggest sun worshipper here, and one day he decided he didn't need to go any further for his sunny spot. This, of course causes problems for anyone else who would like to use the ramp, so I convinced him to move.
Overall the ramp has been a big success, although I sometimes have to tell Peach to "go up the ramp, go up the ramp, go up the ramp" She does so grudgingly, but we've accomplished our goal of keeping those long backs safer.