Saturday, March 3, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
The Muffin Man
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Spaatz aka Babyman
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.
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Sunday, February 26, 2012
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.
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