My Three Doxsons

My Three Doxsons
Spaatz, Miss Peaches and Foozer

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Awesome Dachshund Photos!!

I just wanted to share this awesome dachshund photo by Seth Casteel. I could look at this all day, its great. He has quite a few pics with the same theme, different breeds. You can check them out on the web, this is my favorite of course.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Muffin Man

I have to admit the dogs sleep with us.Watson would sleep with us only occasionally, he would sleep on the couch at the foot of our bed and would join us in the morning. He was a standard sized Dachshund and an extra large standard as it was so he took up a bit of room. Plus he would snore. Nothing is better than laying in bed and not being able to sleep because not only is your husband snoring, but the dog is cutting some serious wood too.I'm not quite sure exactly how it happened, Marlena always had Peach sleep with her and there were a couple of occasions she was away and she ended up sleeping with me. Flash forward I now have 3 Dachshunds all packed around me. Spaatz and Fooze may start next to Jerry but they end up next to me. I'm quite used to it now, just last weekend Jerry was away in Florida to see his mom and our kids, I was real glad to have them near. I know that many small breed owners and specifically Dachshund owners sleep with their dogs. I'm not worried about some non-dog lover reading this and thinking I'm weird. They wouldn't read this anyway. Getting back to the title theme, I know the behavior patterns of these dogs very well, as they do mine. Sometimes I try to deviate from the regular schedule of things gets them a little miffed. So the other morning Spaatz gets up and goes in the kitchen, this usually means he's gone for a drink of water and will be right back. Some time elapses, then I'm really starting to wonder, what is he into. I call him, no Spaatz. I call him again, still nothing. Then I call him with the I'm serious tone of voice, finally I hear the toenails coming, he hops up on the couch then over the end onto the bed. He seems to be still chewing something. I say to him "what have you been eating?", feeling pretty confident that there isn't any food laying about. I smell his breath, blueberry muffins! I said to Jerry "how could his breath smell like blueberry muffins?". He thinks briefly, there was a muffin in my coat pocket. Aha! not anymore. Spaatz went out for water, but his sensitive nose got him a bonus. Meanwhile Fooze had gone out to take care of any crumbs. They consumed the whole muffin, almost the whole paper wrapper, but left the plastic well cleaned. Note to self- If your going to leave food in your pockets in a house with dogs at least hang your coat up.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Spaatz aka Babyman

Spaatz, a name derived from my maiden name. If by some small chance you might wonder, any relation to General Carl Spaatz, the answer is yes. We always consider our dog names pretty seriously. When we hit on the right one its an aha moment. Spaatz was such and of course he has a laundry list of nicknames, Spaatzer, Spaatzie, Schpuutz, Spatzle, and naturally "babyman". He is Babyman, and it started when he was a puppy and has stuck. He is still full of puppy, loves to play with squeaky toys, tennis balls and he keeps a constant vigil at the back door for small woodland creatures that might be trespassing. Peachy was our number one hunter, but she has let Spaatz take the lead. He has lightning speed. I hope to race him possibly in the future. He needs intensive socializing though, his one drawback.
I had for a long time wanted a dapple dachshund to add to our pack. Dachshunds come in so many color combinations, not to mention coat types. Then we lost our Watson, which was very tough, fortunately Peach and Fooze were here for us, they missed him too. Sometime after that my daughter called from Florida, she had found a litter and was going to get a companion for her dapple longhair Rupert. She wanted to know if I was interested, there were some dapples in the group. I said yes, she said there was a dapple boy with one blue eye. That was for me, my in-laws had had a Husky with bi-colored eyes that I liked. She got a sister and a friend of hers got 2 black and tans. We got a bulk discount. Soon after she flew up with the two pups and we had a three pack again. Jerry was a little annoyed with me that I got this dog without discussing it with him. He wanted another wire hair. I wasn't ready to get a Watson replacement, I had been looking for a dapple before we lost Watson, plus he just brought Fooze home. He has gotten over it now, although I feel another wire hair coming.
Spaatz is a sweet boy that would like nothing better than to stand on your chest and push his face and neck against yours almost to where you can't breathe, then sneak some kisses or clean your nose for you. His sister does the same thing. His barking is getting better, I try to walk the pack everyday as weather permits. He sleeps with his head on my shoulder. I once mentioned to a woman who fostered dogs that I had Dachshunds, she said "oh Dachshunds sure do love their people". They sure do, and if you are fortunate to know that devotion, then you know how awesome it is and how easy it is to treasure these little dogs.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sweet Peaches

Sweet Peachy, she is my girl. She is the alpha female here. This is kind of incredible considering her beginnings with us.
Her story starts in 2006, we had Watson, my daughter Marlena insisted she wanted her own mini wire haired Dachshund. I thought the likelihood of us finding a mini wire hair pretty non-existent. You see smoothies all the time and some long hairs but wires, not really. Anyway, time goes on, its December. We get this ad paper called the Pennysaver, I usually look through it for whatever, they have interesting horoscopes. The pet section actually had an ad where a person was selling two Dachshunds, a smooth and a wire. I quietly showed this to my husband, he called , thought we might go down on the weekend to see the dog. We sat down to dinner, all I can think about is that if we are really interested we better move now. Turned out Jerry was thinking the same thoughts. After dinner Marlena went upstairs, Jerry called the woman back and said we would be down tonight. We had mentioned none of this to Marlena. I called up the stairs, told her we were going on a "dog call", Jerry being the dog warden, I occasionally do ride shotgun. We had to drive to the next county, this lady was in the sticks. We found the place, it was dark, but it was an older home real close to a stream, you could hear it rushing.
The home was clean but the lady had quite the menagerie. Cats, dogs, fish, she was a vet tech and decided to downsize a bit. In the small living room you didn't notice at first but there were several wire crates with dogs in them kinda tucked behind the furniture, Everyone was quiet. The dog we came to see was in another room. She brought out a little red wire hair puppy, 9 months old, very,very quiet. She seemed nice enough, kinda timid but not alarmingly so. We had brought Watson with us so we asked if we could let them meet. I got him out of the van, I think we let them meet on the porch. That went well so we chatted briefly outside that we would take her. We went back in and said we wanted to take the dog. She said she was asking 375 for her, I said I have 300 cash in my pocket. She considered for half a second and said okay. So we thanked her and piled in the van and headed for home. We talked names a little on the way home, maybe Pumpkin, she is a orangy-red color. Then I knew Marlena would call her Peaches, she had a thing for peaches and well it seemed like the right name.
When we got home I called Marlena downstairs. When she came down I handed her the puppy and said Merry Christmas!. She was quite astonished and basically started to hyper-ventilate. I told her she was scaring the dog. She calmed down, but she was very happy.
What we didn't realize about Peach was exactly how timid she was. She was afraid of her own shadow, leaves blowing outside, every little sound. When I would take her out she would take forever to do her business because she was terrified of every little thing out there. She also didn't like men. Jerry had a bruised ego for awhile, never had a dog avoided him so . It took a few months but she did come around to him. In fact I am happy to say Peaches has had a full turnaround. Once in awhile something might spook her but she is an outgoing little huntress, and the top dog here now. We have been able with Watson's help to bring out her true Dachshund nature. I think in a way we rescued her because she never would have gotten the attention she needed where she was, and now she is the leader of her own Dachshund pack.