Friday, August 17, 2012

Dachshunds return home to New York

Fooze ready to roll
While the camping trip to Maine has been a big success for the dachshunds, they do seem real happy to be home. The eight hour trip back can be a little taxing on anyone. I may have to get one of those little screens to keep the dogs in the backseat. I don't mind them sitting with me part of the time, but after they have repositioned themselves several times to get comfortable I end up feeling rather trampled. And I look like it too. Its mostly the boys, but if you let one of them up front, they're all coming. Plus they all want to be ON me, at least partially. Next to me is not quite acceptable. Fooze also wants his head on the window edge. I can't imagine how many times I told them to get in the back. I'm not sure if its their memory or if their testing mine.Most likely they know I'm a big push-over for a cute face and they might just get away with it.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


Waitin to go
We took the dogs down to Bar Harbor from the campground. It really was a big day for them. They have never been in a congested tourist situation before. We walked through town after finding parking, then a nice scenic walk along the water. Peaches had to take a dip of course. Fooze and Spaatz got their feet wet too. We did a lot of walking, so they enjoyed a little cool off. Bar Harbor is dog friendly, water bowls in front of shops and outdoor dining. They were good and sacked out on the way back to camp. It was a really good day of doggie training, they were impressively good.
Wire haired dachunds like to hit the water

Snoozing on the way home.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

3 Dachshunds make roadtrip

Foozie, Spaatz and Miss Peaches came through the eight hour drive to Maine with flying colors. I made the backseat of the truck as comfy as possible. While Peaches was pretty well behaved Spaatz and Fooze tried to sneak up to the front seat what seemed like 100 times. I usually would give them a kiss and tell them to go back. When we were getting close to the campground I let in and let them come up. Even though try as they might they couldn't quite get all three of them comfortable on my lap they didn't want to go back to the backseat. Golly I feel loved.
Hangin with Dad in the trailer