tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85693785573137115872024-03-12T16:26:51.202-07:00My Three DoxsonsValerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.comBlogger279125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-90781297297816351582023-06-15T08:11:00.001-07:002023-06-15T08:14:22.966-07:00Happy 13th Birthday Spaatz!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglp_cFcMk4XuiRJ7Xw6OCv9QJdD1ZlL9H6X4okgo0uIXcYbc-TN5aw0TivCZ27esPwKsejM3QBHfaviwHhC2Paz57VTBbvkUjMiklN6JOgalUCkDNFTD6xtSEPcUpO1W1m4yuSAzaZBS4_f94Czt0J8OURAUJZmgHcn1hlt9GZ3O0fv7vqWedyv4a4/s4624/20230507_114053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2084" data-original-width="4624" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglp_cFcMk4XuiRJ7Xw6OCv9QJdD1ZlL9H6X4okgo0uIXcYbc-TN5aw0TivCZ27esPwKsejM3QBHfaviwHhC2Paz57VTBbvkUjMiklN6JOgalUCkDNFTD6xtSEPcUpO1W1m4yuSAzaZBS4_f94Czt0J8OURAUJZmgHcn1hlt9GZ3O0fv7vqWedyv4a4/w640-h288/20230507_114053.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Happy 13th birthday to my sweet beloved Spaatz. My black and tan dappled dachshund with one blue eye. He's finally starting to slow down, but he's been the ultimate alpha dog forever. He still is and let's the newish guy, Flynn, know that he's still the man. This dynamic will change one day, I know, just not yet.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnmqEmWskI873gyXme6OjrnErmMBnbua1d_EKk9fOhgLS7iO1Na0VLQqn0oVsJyHg0Q9LVfFJJPaw0hfngisxUA09eWNG35OOGVk9CVeajuiLSkW7BPfRZXgqK288WHCnQlzt-temggRy-u8DBb_HoT27GN-O7oQSOM19j3hEL_V3dAac3tIStysJ/s4624/20230206_105512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2084" data-original-width="4624" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnmqEmWskI873gyXme6OjrnErmMBnbua1d_EKk9fOhgLS7iO1Na0VLQqn0oVsJyHg0Q9LVfFJJPaw0hfngisxUA09eWNG35OOGVk9CVeajuiLSkW7BPfRZXgqK288WHCnQlzt-temggRy-u8DBb_HoT27GN-O7oQSOM19j3hEL_V3dAac3tIStysJ/w640-h288/20230206_105512.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The pack is getting along fine. Flynn is a very energetic knucklehead that keeps the old dogs going.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46GX8iL5wpQ9T3vNohQyyt856B2eZhUfuKATWX9FEVyWmwKo074zaO2einSTMiTUgpuQq3sSRBQ7bIlphTIHLISrVNElGRXiWRJePEa-vOcSdQIZn55nXTHQFP9yv_5E8LpfNLdlH6h__pVk5I7aynOABLuiITwelwPzZopqDWX8MDPLA3tRnJsoz/s1929/20230203_140430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1929" data-original-width="1443" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46GX8iL5wpQ9T3vNohQyyt856B2eZhUfuKATWX9FEVyWmwKo074zaO2einSTMiTUgpuQq3sSRBQ7bIlphTIHLISrVNElGRXiWRJePEa-vOcSdQIZn55nXTHQFP9yv_5E8LpfNLdlH6h__pVk5I7aynOABLuiITwelwPzZopqDWX8MDPLA3tRnJsoz/w478-h640/20230203_140430.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p> Miss Sandie is also about 13 as far as we'll ever know. She has slowed down much more than Spaatz. Unfortunately she is nearly blind from cataracts. At first when we got Flynn she wouldn't play with him</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHKeQluz7nL1uzHNx9wlf623JMyxSgVwg45zy_5ToXKXLfgMXIZbZ7D5nggzIN1JU0BMnirwbAI2fqlg0AhI4qHK9EBAl-gKhXHXIL5LwOgOM5GVCWv9hgJiS2SnAMfqBUymORr9k60aznwhKb-porG-yVrSxCBc4LydpHa1JTurM8LzbTSXlejkm/s4624/20230210_162603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2084" data-original-width="4624" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHKeQluz7nL1uzHNx9wlf623JMyxSgVwg45zy_5ToXKXLfgMXIZbZ7D5nggzIN1JU0BMnirwbAI2fqlg0AhI4qHK9EBAl-gKhXHXIL5LwOgOM5GVCWv9hgJiS2SnAMfqBUymORr9k60aznwhKb-porG-yVrSxCBc4LydpHa1JTurM8LzbTSXlejkm/w640-h288/20230210_162603.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>but now they play often. It's great to see the old dogs get up and play again when you add a youngster to the group. That's how we keep the pack going. As the dogs get older, we add new blood to the group<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lXAjRuNWcWJymH9rS2saZgcdcqwjPr1XCGT_0tx60XMSJadjI8zogtWNkGWZ6qGPCFURZM1OCf7Zd5Klz8fuUqIEuQejTU3DEEUN19UB-aiDTKWu3WaUGm3fzuXgvkQXwXek1JccZnZxylAETkONa43hk8AI5Jub6L87ZxhMKu9OCpO6gIUpa871/s3456/20220920_185236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="3456" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lXAjRuNWcWJymH9rS2saZgcdcqwjPr1XCGT_0tx60XMSJadjI8zogtWNkGWZ6qGPCFURZM1OCf7Zd5Klz8fuUqIEuQejTU3DEEUN19UB-aiDTKWu3WaUGm3fzuXgvkQXwXek1JccZnZxylAETkONa43hk8AI5Jub6L87ZxhMKu9OCpO6gIUpa871/w640-h640/20220920_185236.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I hope to never be dachshundless. They make everything better, They always make me feel better , even in the toughest circumstances. Their devotion is endless, I'm so lucky to have them here to get through this thing called life together.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBy5eEqRu40R8YqYSRepjFeAyo5MmkZKGBEtyQzEwR-zDjNiI7YfczJpPtJjYwzrzB66KnowBYTvYMS48e8-UoJnCgDmN0uJMTbGyl2jBAJGyLJZ-7NaXx_Hduo-p4LJmPDUW8E4uCKr7Chdpm1DqUk_I5JV4bRNwq-_HSRiPKKBvHJ7Mk_vQOAMfH/s3456/20220907_155957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1940" data-original-width="3456" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBy5eEqRu40R8YqYSRepjFeAyo5MmkZKGBEtyQzEwR-zDjNiI7YfczJpPtJjYwzrzB66KnowBYTvYMS48e8-UoJnCgDmN0uJMTbGyl2jBAJGyLJZ-7NaXx_Hduo-p4LJmPDUW8E4uCKr7Chdpm1DqUk_I5JV4bRNwq-_HSRiPKKBvHJ7Mk_vQOAMfH/w640-h360/20220907_155957.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkFQiR0UiSAJNUK2ZstPwzUmgRMc9Q4fmN2oAV0ap6DALYEwl2ET2za86cXITkdTPKIJhyF1oXc1yyUgmGDjxK5IJkc6jwPvko8XPTTCCRyYLrs6hPyt-Grt77o1XhYOCHEse1ZvqrfT_AmPhmc5j0f0OvtBxN5LVL4jbO1XHa1JpwGR6TSPdsrjB/s1000/Spaatzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="1000" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkFQiR0UiSAJNUK2ZstPwzUmgRMc9Q4fmN2oAV0ap6DALYEwl2ET2za86cXITkdTPKIJhyF1oXc1yyUgmGDjxK5IJkc6jwPvko8XPTTCCRyYLrs6hPyt-Grt77o1XhYOCHEse1ZvqrfT_AmPhmc5j0f0OvtBxN5LVL4jbO1XHa1JpwGR6TSPdsrjB/w640-h498/Spaatzle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Spaatz!</div><p><br /></p></div></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-75410060548616414072022-08-25T11:32:00.000-07:002022-08-25T11:32:38.911-07:00My Three Doxsons Rides Again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="3456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqg8YL3yMhtdPj5NiLX-e800HE5_DRRiIBd33lFnj1NEs8GvJfUmFuvNQNhjCPb82QbsYHUCXGJoOI4nk9Rvaqbe8ox1cWxN_O03CSnyKRAiS4K04FuXfdpZXkrqXoBLWK4o-_oMEfZxJsovOacglHt56XYxK_I0XyJePRkhAEJRIVjYuE-dSqYUH/s600/20220730_093750.jpg" width="600" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So we've been away for awhile. It felt very odd to only have 2 dogs. After having 4 for 7 years and 3 for, I was going to say 8, but we had Watson years ago so there was more than that. Anyway, we are back to 3 with the arrival of the new guy. Let me introduce you to Flynn. He is our first long haired dachshund. He's sweet and loving, but needs some work to be his best boy he can be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1863" data-original-width="1398" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDAuvT8Uh063v4e475DRAxBRtn5aLOjs_7uK9yPCpNTwuI8c-0G7NG_-5AWuvuXErCL9w49CVsnwaECIvO6DgWcdv3Hy3Zk-DzuU20zGoH-rDNsZe3BkKRdxhEX_Tj2LoYFko6AMq4OX_Lmli7DGXgxNDaAKiq4P1XJZGSkOZ605fg_yI8oo6E-gr/w480-h640/20220825_132138.jpg" width="480" /></div>We were kinda thinking that we would get another wire haired dachshund, but the simple truth is they're hard to find. I thought that we could maybe get a long hair. It would be cool to have one of each coat type. We have known several nice long hairs, My daughter has had three of them.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5PsrDsNxBbYYW-tomBZl3JP9wQciam41ls9pEBFT15aR4NO4GHQzsdrf0n8RzGa-_EUgoZ1sadKrClAVmWaJgHpoJbpKOuQlAG-3jtrg5YTtU2SlLyd3LwAYmifq1XWGKkYOzhgTn-dZUVKj5I1IXOCyuA8UyyUj9Z9H1HV6vDRQucSyqQ2W5E4Qp/s4032/20180222_171011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5PsrDsNxBbYYW-tomBZl3JP9wQciam41ls9pEBFT15aR4NO4GHQzsdrf0n8RzGa-_EUgoZ1sadKrClAVmWaJgHpoJbpKOuQlAG-3jtrg5YTtU2SlLyd3LwAYmifq1XWGKkYOzhgTn-dZUVKj5I1IXOCyuA8UyyUj9Z9H1HV6vDRQucSyqQ2W5E4Qp/w640-h480/20180222_171011.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Here we have Lorelei, who is Spaatz's sister and Hugo and Rupert. My daughter's dogs, two are long hairs.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifdi-9OW1tLh_uY1VmVIhcK1LMtuX1FtuotYJOjkN6tIWIeTw4AXXuIDNpWLcsku9bgk4Fiw9krOqg3YL6ZLf0aweY9fQkfwgherrlOdsA09QnkTfjfFw1eacjRz2vvyYlCTZu9eOY_xAopVtGRoPBbDvPo75EEfQ2I2qRxF6HVg8NCtbRUHjHHCyT/s1333/Thats%20Sir%20Foozeball%20to%20you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifdi-9OW1tLh_uY1VmVIhcK1LMtuX1FtuotYJOjkN6tIWIeTw4AXXuIDNpWLcsku9bgk4Fiw9krOqg3YL6ZLf0aweY9fQkfwgherrlOdsA09QnkTfjfFw1eacjRz2vvyYlCTZu9eOY_xAopVtGRoPBbDvPo75EEfQ2I2qRxF6HVg8NCtbRUHjHHCyT/w480-h640/Thats%20Sir%20Foozeball%20to%20you.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div>The funny thing is that the way we got Flynn is almost identical to the way we got Foozeball, who passed away this past December at the age of 14. My husband is the dog control officer for our town, as he has been for 22 years. In both cases he was taking a stray to the shelter, and when he gets there it's "we have a dachshund for you". Both dogs came from non-ideal circumstances, so they come to live with us, a veritable dachshund paradise. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3SsV2Z9AtDyyUhzsOpRiKkBgHjUkhxrFBMGBcfXOTTYgXmlLxvvmLS3Qai9xDt_ssOiHey9JLJP65b4m-wJNsoZ_-WDl2BFGRSHcnMzum8xQC1yZktegXLNJs5I4uksCUBNJxNDjq-_V9nEPNgLI4XPoH-rWPMy7rhSYMzUgxUZ8tNvl-1YjSDzR/s3234/20220804_143016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="2426" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3SsV2Z9AtDyyUhzsOpRiKkBgHjUkhxrFBMGBcfXOTTYgXmlLxvvmLS3Qai9xDt_ssOiHey9JLJP65b4m-wJNsoZ_-WDl2BFGRSHcnMzum8xQC1yZktegXLNJs5I4uksCUBNJxNDjq-_V9nEPNgLI4XPoH-rWPMy7rhSYMzUgxUZ8tNvl-1YjSDzR/w480-h640/20220804_143016.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div>Think about it. Friends to play with, dog beds to sleep on in every room, unless there's a couch available. A fenced in backyard, complete with red and grey squirrels, chipmunks and the occasional mouse or vole. Spaatz even caught and dispatched a weasel in the woodpile. There's a bluegrass fiddle and banjo song there somewhere.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZBZJ6aKw0-Pc2zuwVJRcNL7fBQmOJGFjciZnRls_HRKbNRJ2z8z6kw4PQynE4FGfgKo6pleiiN1naSHlQKhhoi916J_ByYnJcD9ySL74CQkwJpHB7Tj-MVyE3Gxzn4yXRB8-tKLO3b9XqZSYk2rpcE696L4xeX9VCtVDYj8txQN94K4WI4uQ2JrI/s3456/20220804_142948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="2589" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZBZJ6aKw0-Pc2zuwVJRcNL7fBQmOJGFjciZnRls_HRKbNRJ2z8z6kw4PQynE4FGfgKo6pleiiN1naSHlQKhhoi916J_ByYnJcD9ySL74CQkwJpHB7Tj-MVyE3Gxzn4yXRB8-tKLO3b9XqZSYk2rpcE696L4xeX9VCtVDYj8txQN94K4WI4uQ2JrI/w480-h640/20220804_142948.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>So now we embark on a new chapter in the lives of My Three Doxsons. Flynn is about 1 1/2 and he has spent most of his time cooped up in an apartment barking, so he will have to learn some manners. He is very smart with a great play drive, so I think he has a lot of potential. We have work to do, I'll keep you posted.<br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="1500" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLLaKOaxNqBAOArwOQbkOe_o74dky8d9EKfoZ0UbTkPhmRyCSuHyiWcIjHmlSriD-SfWpJFACDA2G2xRj6Ma2KQDxVMB5zGOJTdlKYHpJRdUgoV-xRSQmwiZAD3wL4PJws6FMs6UQhdWarBpyIqv8IwzomBbVIlR8aPp4ip_mju4gBmt4lO3meCXF/w640-h382/Sweet%20Dachshunds.jpg" width="640" /></div>The original My Three Doxsons: Spaatz, Miss Peaches and Foozeball.<br /><div><br /></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-6561178187096010602021-12-08T14:15:00.005-08:002021-12-08T14:15:59.544-08:00Rest In Peace Foozeball<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IqXlA90U_P4NR1Wo_rkuazaUEPgpQsiD6bVrcWIawotZ9SpI5jqNJKToSVTMmLhBTovXbFM7tQbJBvEheV6ur2kq0DAIZnpWqUTuau5W2xSdO5yr5i5yWSf1wq6KAS_uUbnJRNueiYk/s4624/20211202_200831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IqXlA90U_P4NR1Wo_rkuazaUEPgpQsiD6bVrcWIawotZ9SpI5jqNJKToSVTMmLhBTovXbFM7tQbJBvEheV6ur2kq0DAIZnpWqUTuau5W2xSdO5yr5i5yWSf1wq6KAS_uUbnJRNueiYk/w640-h480/20211202_200831.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I am sad to say that yesterday we had to say goodbye to Foozeball. It's always hard to say goodbye to someone who has been such a big part of your life for the past 14 plus years, but that time had come.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJj7lcxX3KkHBwsOq4_mxK0fNE6wyacW_yZuXq8AE_UJIp8pbI-OayGv2yTyNyPU3Hx_rDLxSIcFqTQ5FZfEoTHO2foSxo9pbHs4x61Qcx-NNs4XQYuJCAu2MLFNnqEMxoFfPdlGzZkSw/s1300/Something+So+Sweet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1300" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJj7lcxX3KkHBwsOq4_mxK0fNE6wyacW_yZuXq8AE_UJIp8pbI-OayGv2yTyNyPU3Hx_rDLxSIcFqTQ5FZfEoTHO2foSxo9pbHs4x61Qcx-NNs4XQYuJCAu2MLFNnqEMxoFfPdlGzZkSw/w640-h384/Something+So+Sweet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I'd like to say that we're very proud that we were able to give him a really full life. Just a pup, the SPCA was going to put him down because he was turned in, and was biting everyone who worked there.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfwOp11iy2FvhplzCyplCThY8j590UavyzFISNYvnpS71aaPRnIvQFPemko17dMkr-yXyCT323u4RoXjsd9tx3SmrQyTXpoarNiReKdfx1oc1k7_-DPnfWiEqgBCJtZdq5uGq6-VQfZs/s1600/dachsunds+galore+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfwOp11iy2FvhplzCyplCThY8j590UavyzFISNYvnpS71aaPRnIvQFPemko17dMkr-yXyCT323u4RoXjsd9tx3SmrQyTXpoarNiReKdfx1oc1k7_-DPnfWiEqgBCJtZdq5uGq6-VQfZs/w640-h480/dachsunds+galore+030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p>We took him in and it took time, but we were able to help him get over his bad habits. Plus he had friends to hang out with always and a yard with a fence, and plenty of squirrels to bark at.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfp5v_ORu2inlb13WZSo9V-QDJx51zRrq63DWcdS-rslnCvlnL1Cijsy3S1WIH4CxouI4Xh6-t3AxVzvoJjxCnXEjJuYp_AuQ7rXQO88NKmGGey6lBIQeW2QvzL-rtFbZBaRWm_q0GTA/s2048/IMAG1161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="2048" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfp5v_ORu2inlb13WZSo9V-QDJx51zRrq63DWcdS-rslnCvlnL1Cijsy3S1WIH4CxouI4Xh6-t3AxVzvoJjxCnXEjJuYp_AuQ7rXQO88NKmGGey6lBIQeW2QvzL-rtFbZBaRWm_q0GTA/w640-h382/IMAG1161.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>He got to travel from Maine to Florida, with many stops along the way. We took the dogs on camping trips and road trips to see grandma in Cape Cod. We went for walkies on the Hudson Valley Rail Trail.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL-d2m6yGGh8N1SJMt4HjaonIJJtKYpKWWu_bIzL_ZXlhgmkpa9BZrTWHAjJlSqcsEeZjNEVIY0iZfzUxIZfAw-R3uoXJWyY_vg91lH842fMk8MRTEJLaXTKQAgcu7xDr72YYFtM2KLk/s1579/Six+is+a+Crowd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="1579" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL-d2m6yGGh8N1SJMt4HjaonIJJtKYpKWWu_bIzL_ZXlhgmkpa9BZrTWHAjJlSqcsEeZjNEVIY0iZfzUxIZfAw-R3uoXJWyY_vg91lH842fMk8MRTEJLaXTKQAgcu7xDr72YYFtM2KLk/w640-h284/Six+is+a+Crowd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>He even was able to get together with my daughters dachshunds for the holidays a few times as well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1ZwBeEwdr5W2xACx7tpxPUspkBknRMK-GTApxsUogwXPH38tmkRPEUUEg91wa_Zf3oPzqvxM9n5b1ox1JPZWzxfPPRRL3jkx0w_Rrjrm1Nex9bDrbM52rHLvl1IXaNNTcIcs6itAowM/s1920/Dachshund+thanksgiving.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1ZwBeEwdr5W2xACx7tpxPUspkBknRMK-GTApxsUogwXPH38tmkRPEUUEg91wa_Zf3oPzqvxM9n5b1ox1JPZWzxfPPRRL3jkx0w_Rrjrm1Nex9bDrbM52rHLvl1IXaNNTcIcs6itAowM/w640-h360/Dachshund+thanksgiving.gif" width="640" /></a></div><p>He's the one with the Star Wars shirt on. I know, it's a bit of a melee. Reduces the clean up time though!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAmVuLw8z1x88d9if9TUpVQKjBVOyaFzAtff7bXTfK5sAd0qRn8hRvSEo0-EbWYilAz104ZyOE3iQ4C1GCTur92wp81_8A7_bmEEySA56l_rI4Zj6V88-y_ghAyna6S-X8KNol0Dtgm8/s4624/20211109_131335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAmVuLw8z1x88d9if9TUpVQKjBVOyaFzAtff7bXTfK5sAd0qRn8hRvSEo0-EbWYilAz104ZyOE3iQ4C1GCTur92wp81_8A7_bmEEySA56l_rI4Zj6V88-y_ghAyna6S-X8KNol0Dtgm8/w640-h480/20211109_131335.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I know it's My Three Doxson's, but for awhile it will be just two. If you want to get technical it was four for a long time. Life is always in changing and we'll miss the "Old Man", because he was if nothing else a bit of a character, which is why he was Foozeball. All he really wanted was a warm place to be, a heater vent, a sunbeam, but mostly my lap. I'll miss you Mr. Foo.</p> <p></p>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-37682567755118545862021-11-08T15:06:00.005-08:002021-11-08T15:06:45.234-08:00Sandie, black walnuts and unlimited tennis balls<p> It's been a wet end of summer and early fall in New York, so that has made many things grow really well. One on particular, is the mighty black walnut tree. A tree that has been a feature in most of my adult life. It was never an issue with the dogs until Sandie came along.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxp0inlwaVfVCFxKGTgqGwTtfXNGr_1YY0OzOaY3TWyOYrMyGViGFs18e81Bz_NOPyrcgaHLaF1x6qD3gPksgmekZK8I6S5TVUGq_uTWCww85W9KI8aHZ_lKcOW1_XrYhNMUQAsG9vgm4/s4624/20211028_174302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxp0inlwaVfVCFxKGTgqGwTtfXNGr_1YY0OzOaY3TWyOYrMyGViGFs18e81Bz_NOPyrcgaHLaF1x6qD3gPksgmekZK8I6S5TVUGq_uTWCww85W9KI8aHZ_lKcOW1_XrYhNMUQAsG9vgm4/w640-h480/20211028_174302.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Sandie seems to think the nuts are tennis balls and she wants to rertieve them. I find them in the house, under tables. This year was an absolute bumper crop of nuts, and they're big. I've gotten good at golfing them over the dog fence to get rid of them. I get the confusion, kinda, but we're talking about Sandie. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKULGVAEww7phCHbUB9ofdzzjFZhhJgYdkqzx0lUIHRz1sVLwQ_pXcEwDjYlfBBlUd2jZAnmmrfDXTpkWYb13i6thwsJd-aysgTz4VHM9DmNIzLvI3GWZvdpd_ojO0vvnaT5cBpqNJFho/s4624/20211028_114859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKULGVAEww7phCHbUB9ofdzzjFZhhJgYdkqzx0lUIHRz1sVLwQ_pXcEwDjYlfBBlUd2jZAnmmrfDXTpkWYb13i6thwsJd-aysgTz4VHM9DmNIzLvI3GWZvdpd_ojO0vvnaT5cBpqNJFho/w640-h480/20211028_114859.jpg" width="640" /></a></p>Sandie is a very sweet dog that everyone loves. She was voted Dachshund most likely to go home in someones suitcase, every year, since they started taking polls. Part of that charm is due to her honest to goodness dopeyness. Not the sharpest tool in the shed. No matter, she makes up for it in sweetness.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHakzxolDkTUY1Yw_Zl4krmNI3du2QoRdfgDD8hL9zE_I6rUDtXjdYRX0bqi-e6EzF5TtKuEabSIvN6mzjrZ5F6sGCCyxJWci-BybU608fcOf282mzmqlQYg2W1aiOl3_jwvInlpZ2Jjo/s4624/20210908_172234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHakzxolDkTUY1Yw_Zl4krmNI3du2QoRdfgDD8hL9zE_I6rUDtXjdYRX0bqi-e6EzF5TtKuEabSIvN6mzjrZ5F6sGCCyxJWci-BybU608fcOf282mzmqlQYg2W1aiOl3_jwvInlpZ2Jjo/w640-h480/20210908_172234.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">It makes her the perfect foil to Spaatz, who is a little too smart for his own good. When he wants to be. She aspires to be able to be like him, and is often his partner in crime, if given the chance.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqI2Vyv5bOrDx9MKNC8hujAcGRMCc4rliu8owGjViwoFkYghH5hG8EJ8SEaw9LGbXDo82WchK471vkFJV4HvyDAH91mUtRKaLNaLSvKi0EuU9WKKZGi0febuA-rQ21rVPtW7U-CmJ_HQ/s4624/20211031_193733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqI2Vyv5bOrDx9MKNC8hujAcGRMCc4rliu8owGjViwoFkYghH5hG8EJ8SEaw9LGbXDo82WchK471vkFJV4HvyDAH91mUtRKaLNaLSvKi0EuU9WKKZGi0febuA-rQ21rVPtW7U-CmJ_HQ/w640-h480/20211031_193733.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;">Fooze is no longer participating in the shenanigans, and spends his time looking for the next sunbeam to lay in. Or he may sit on my foot until I sit down somewhere so he can snuggle up against me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGusA5Ict8z0ETRrtwCHsPfTAQrf6Na9AczypVCSziGKX7srnzObW4h8Fj_8_0ic595CbG0cJ-u-RKokzVVj2jEa3zBzS4rNYpfoHhs-q9Rv6N3rSVSNdqW-qEw7nLAbKhTRR8TE3rXN0/s4624/20211108_110007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGusA5Ict8z0ETRrtwCHsPfTAQrf6Na9AczypVCSziGKX7srnzObW4h8Fj_8_0ic595CbG0cJ-u-RKokzVVj2jEa3zBzS4rNYpfoHhs-q9Rv6N3rSVSNdqW-qEw7nLAbKhTRR8TE3rXN0/w480-h640/20211108_110007.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;">I'm glad to say that the nuts have all been removed from inside the dog fence and we're back to toys that sport some fur and might even still squeak if your lucky. The dogs are stacked like the hot dogs that they are in a bed that's probably a little more comfortable for two. No matter, weenies roasting in the sun.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-70401043242584343552021-04-27T09:55:00.007-07:002021-04-30T08:09:26.230-07:00Foozeball: Still Spinning after all these Years<p> Foozeball, the old man. That name makes you think that this guy is a little bit different. You would be right. Fooze does this thing, and I'm sure there are other dachshunds that do this. Maybe even other breeds of dog that do this. I've personally known 10 dachshunds, and he is the only one who does.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="329" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_O4ehLw1boA" width="483" youtube-src-id="_O4ehLw1boA"></iframe></div>Foozie spins for his supper, or basically anything edible, sometimes just the refill of the water dish. He has done this since he was a puppy. There is usually a certain amount of whining, yelping, shrieking that goes along with this display that digestables are to be celebrated everyday. No matter what it is.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="330" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rK1g6FoSemM" width="477" youtube-src-id="rK1g6FoSemM"></iframe></div>This is a little film I did from 2012. So Foozie is only 5 years old and Spaatz seen briefly mixing it up with Fooze is a mere pup of 2. This is when I was coming home to their dinner time, which can be crazy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXmAM58nFFreqFfFGVISlQqdZ-pY5jGSb_X765ttmoRNLQYAySdyGw0Ms9hdNiMk8iiGxHcKlnPSm0gc_mrOPEwPvk5nx_0xk0ZO6adAhOWkRmr9BguKRY0oR-xjOXybBPyGY1mQQs50/s1333/Thats+Sir+Foozeball+to+you.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXmAM58nFFreqFfFGVISlQqdZ-pY5jGSb_X765ttmoRNLQYAySdyGw0Ms9hdNiMk8iiGxHcKlnPSm0gc_mrOPEwPvk5nx_0xk0ZO6adAhOWkRmr9BguKRY0oR-xjOXybBPyGY1mQQs50/w300-h400/Thats+Sir+Foozeball+to+you.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div> One morning when I was feeding them, it was quite early, I hadn't turned the lights on, Fooze was spinning as usual, he tripped over my husbands boots and crashed pretty bad. I laughed so hard, and I wasn't even awake yet. Not to worry, he got right up and continued on with his happy dance and food.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i40bnj_6t81wMIdZL_aYGkYILuHJ80xsOJuun9r5sHmqoqVqL2FkGpmsPac9r10VFiVOfNXmscwHW3m0_UufaOg6Kz9PymPxa3SAC3votCWAz_i95gonkIlj7CLpJSTMrcktHXOc2ec/s4032/20200514_174643.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i40bnj_6t81wMIdZL_aYGkYILuHJ80xsOJuun9r5sHmqoqVqL2FkGpmsPac9r10VFiVOfNXmscwHW3m0_UufaOg6Kz9PymPxa3SAC3votCWAz_i95gonkIlj7CLpJSTMrcktHXOc2ec/w640-h480/20200514_174643.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Nowadays with Fooze being 14, and Spaatz being nearly 10 things have slowed down quite a bit, and the boys can usually be found just chillin. That's what they do best. Chillin in the hot sun.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSfueyOjXQOlVrnMTynzEgXXH3nhbtv15T856paePRGitfuJwfWanO23rqNbWZn_NX4FdnPaRJ-0k_YCGm4Wfdm_ujtlA0E3XpQ-aZiAuJ9pwzFRa2u16ghDS4U_UF3cMqnyvChDV-Eg/s4624/20210409_080106.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSfueyOjXQOlVrnMTynzEgXXH3nhbtv15T856paePRGitfuJwfWanO23rqNbWZn_NX4FdnPaRJ-0k_YCGm4Wfdm_ujtlA0E3XpQ-aZiAuJ9pwzFRa2u16ghDS4U_UF3cMqnyvChDV-Eg/w640-h480/20210409_080106.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div>Hot dogs chillin in the sun. If there is a ray of sunshine available, these guys will find it. I do spend and unusual amount of time repositioning different dog pillows and beds about the house as the sun moves throughout the day. This is particularly so during the cooler months of the year. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxABePGfStfjHeseNqZSEYRH2QhGQdERTogbsgu8B-_Hd69Q9yw6gLy90uXHeYC5XaZ4nG4J1gX8XRDgbx2nh6b6R4visL2XzcyrB75625HT68_VPjSBXSEzemShfGZZ989tjcIGAKGRc/s4624/20210410_104515.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxABePGfStfjHeseNqZSEYRH2QhGQdERTogbsgu8B-_Hd69Q9yw6gLy90uXHeYC5XaZ4nG4J1gX8XRDgbx2nh6b6R4visL2XzcyrB75625HT68_VPjSBXSEzemShfGZZ989tjcIGAKGRc/w640-h480/20210410_104515.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Now as the days get warmer they will be seeking the sunshine, then looking for a cool place to lay as it will just be too hot, even for the heat seeking dachshund to lay in the sun all day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibk7DMhoZIss_CaVhfOLJrE2tw-eHw0JjkSQqDCX2CRvvITMG8mWqM4LdzQOkl0eH35QSV9QEKZ9D9UJGnjK_OXYIlAxZBF1sBW9zm9dRTZ28zmMWxjqIxsFxGknbLjuou8lr5hPpIgr4/s4624/20210422_161950.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibk7DMhoZIss_CaVhfOLJrE2tw-eHw0JjkSQqDCX2CRvvITMG8mWqM4LdzQOkl0eH35QSV9QEKZ9D9UJGnjK_OXYIlAxZBF1sBW9zm9dRTZ28zmMWxjqIxsFxGknbLjuou8lr5hPpIgr4/w640-h480/20210422_161950.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>The spinning happy dance is about to commence because these guys are starving, and waiting for me to even come close to the food bowls. sometimes the celebration starts early and I tell them it's "too early". They know this translates to "No food now", so they just start waiting again. Such is life, hurry up and wait.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p></div></div></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-10701860179847703672021-04-01T09:42:00.000-07:002021-04-01T09:42:06.983-07:00Happy 14th Birthday Foozeball!<p> Happy 14th birthday to Foozeball, aka, Foozy, Foo, Mr. Foo, Foober, Foobie, Foob, Old Man. I probably call him Mr. Foo the most lately. That, and Old Man. He is now our 2nd dog to make it to 14. Peachy was first. Before that, unlucky 13 was the end for numerous dogs in our lives. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUIsSiv-skYKnTqb10SeilbWGpzKJzXZdECsh8Px1gMguN2f08tJX4ybIF4RlAT13FYeoSH4Ow7P6ui278cq1BqoAL8B-WngTDXKccccatRm3Ew4GsKxB8WzR2iJmcIIQLLgxRskioYE/s4624/20210310_150012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUIsSiv-skYKnTqb10SeilbWGpzKJzXZdECsh8Px1gMguN2f08tJX4ybIF4RlAT13FYeoSH4Ow7P6ui278cq1BqoAL8B-WngTDXKccccatRm3Ew4GsKxB8WzR2iJmcIIQLLgxRskioYE/w640-h480/20210310_150012.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>In general Mr.Foo is doing better than Peachy was at 14. She had gotten frail and we lost her six months later. He has slowed down a lot, but has moments where he shows how fit he really is.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiar5EfsIThaU1ZJRCS0dY-GY4h3qoEFU2J58QdgPhUYOasPt87Ug8l-aZztper5O_RlpH71AhYNsjVVaGHil7geRWJX0qne4QyZrehCuzIdQjVU6h1C7EV-If_4tS0HSj_CM9qKSW1v_w/s4624/20210327_144232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiar5EfsIThaU1ZJRCS0dY-GY4h3qoEFU2J58QdgPhUYOasPt87Ug8l-aZztper5O_RlpH71AhYNsjVVaGHil7geRWJX0qne4QyZrehCuzIdQjVU6h1C7EV-If_4tS0HSj_CM9qKSW1v_w/w640-h480/20210327_144232.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Last night I let him in after he toured the backyard and it was like he was shot out of a cannon. Sometimes when the dogs go outside they come in all fired up, ready for some action. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lfpsDpQiJSP01I8g_ml1PoExER2lMWLYJbNygKpjGFQhCXjky20d5kOo9plIXasmM1R8j8vMpSbnQw3PIuyrLQ0hz1DrqAynLVaw0NLbJnr9W0ejxS3BMY1S9NM3zbLMJkUg-sVPnqc/s4032/20200514_174643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lfpsDpQiJSP01I8g_ml1PoExER2lMWLYJbNygKpjGFQhCXjky20d5kOo9plIXasmM1R8j8vMpSbnQw3PIuyrLQ0hz1DrqAynLVaw0NLbJnr9W0ejxS3BMY1S9NM3zbLMJkUg-sVPnqc/w640-h480/20200514_174643.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div>Then they go back to bed. It's always amazing to me how dogs can jump instantly from one level of activity to another at the drop of a hat. That's why they are the best companions. Always ready.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuMB-1qh7V1Jq1buH6Fbbf7Si3TZy1JVZ8HZ11L8eHavsJdz2C20N2fEZOlQZGUAW0yT-O3qm0rqCjw60vRZxdUJ4JXD4_sDRqKICXA1sT2UsQN0Ap2QhdzngItvFByEQhTzWAMeToR0/s1660/Topographical+View.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1245" data-original-width="1660" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuMB-1qh7V1Jq1buH6Fbbf7Si3TZy1JVZ8HZ11L8eHavsJdz2C20N2fEZOlQZGUAW0yT-O3qm0rqCjw60vRZxdUJ4JXD4_sDRqKICXA1sT2UsQN0Ap2QhdzngItvFByEQhTzWAMeToR0/w640-h480/Topographical+View.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Ready for a ride, ready for a walk, or maybe just to sleep close to where you are. Or even better, right on your lap. That's the absolute best, and it's something Fooze has come to insist upon in his old age.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OkKop2LAojJeX7OOrsLuIxdBVQXR8ffELInYOlk4BX42e5eF3H6rflpsz8LlOXUjWY5b-xP0vOlRI-UphWUAyt1teudCf9z7FJC5tOr6deS-2t6MpTxQLVg1PaXMZT7UTw2J06BolW4/s2048/IMAG1282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="2048" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OkKop2LAojJeX7OOrsLuIxdBVQXR8ffELInYOlk4BX42e5eF3H6rflpsz8LlOXUjWY5b-xP0vOlRI-UphWUAyt1teudCf9z7FJC5tOr6deS-2t6MpTxQLVg1PaXMZT7UTw2J06BolW4/w640-h382/IMAG1282.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Every evening around 5 or 6 o'clock Fooze NEEDS me to sit on the couch so he can sleep on my lap. He has had his supper, and that 's what he wants. I try to accommodate him by sitting down to crochet or something. Otherwise I find him sitting on my foot and that doesn't work either.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6RpqKdznxW6H93oSd30DToWOE99IxrOIAYwkkQRiMbbGKf5_F75s8H0ucDJiyc-cjlTKBj_ROYzdhN-y9yNTGljs8HLSRFaHh9ATL0OLQqjXt5DJRmi9mxbOFlptlTzwN747IUp3alk/s640/Foozie+in+the+Flowers+%2528422x640%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="422" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6RpqKdznxW6H93oSd30DToWOE99IxrOIAYwkkQRiMbbGKf5_F75s8H0ucDJiyc-cjlTKBj_ROYzdhN-y9yNTGljs8HLSRFaHh9ATL0OLQqjXt5DJRmi9mxbOFlptlTzwN747IUp3alk/w422-h640/Foozie+in+the+Flowers+%2528422x640%2529.jpg" width="422" /></a></div>For those who might wonder how he got the name Foozeball, which of course is spelled incorrectly. Back when we got him, we rescued him from the SPCA, we were debating what name to call him. At that time we had a standard wire hair named Watson, so I suggested something to complement that like Sherlock. My teenage daughter shot down that silly idea immediately. That's just dumb.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhLLALsRpc3Uf-c8fCGyYjRuCZ2deS32BvBjLOL_euxIzX-ZUe3q6GkIVaj0Auuxde-pwVFiz84oJIoT2W4WPhq5TW3mZJsX_XEdPrCF9sHE8M3T1gPar3yQh4NoTnIDrIUPSRIOFiMs/s1300/Something+So+Sweet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1300" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhLLALsRpc3Uf-c8fCGyYjRuCZ2deS32BvBjLOL_euxIzX-ZUe3q6GkIVaj0Auuxde-pwVFiz84oJIoT2W4WPhq5TW3mZJsX_XEdPrCF9sHE8M3T1gPar3yQh4NoTnIDrIUPSRIOFiMs/w640-h382/Something+So+Sweet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Meanwhile he's running around the kitchen like a nut. He was 9 months old at the time. I said, well the way he's running around here we might as well call him Foozeball. And that was it. No further discussion was had or needed. He was Foozeball, which is who he is and always will be.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedlpg8Sn38CZtHkkwRSRZykek1noyakMiHz8GK9wx8JNetkC1W9BR7KrXMA9XuQ_AWw-6rDtfSRNyuQP4afR7zBQ0gBSulnx27glOl8EfKmgDASPGYd3CfqIEHFMVURw2_vYCJnTcqRE/s1306/5+Doxies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="1306" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedlpg8Sn38CZtHkkwRSRZykek1noyakMiHz8GK9wx8JNetkC1W9BR7KrXMA9XuQ_AWw-6rDtfSRNyuQP4afR7zBQ0gBSulnx27glOl8EfKmgDASPGYd3CfqIEHFMVURw2_vYCJnTcqRE/w640-h360/5+Doxies.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite photos of my favorite dogs. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Sandie, Rupert, Foozeball, Spaatz and Miss Peachy</div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-21170096723748155392021-03-01T10:00:00.000-08:002021-03-01T10:35:33.013-08:00Sweet Fluffy Muffins<p> Oh Sandiepoo, so sweet and funny. She is Miss Fluffy Muffins, and we love her. Not the sharpest tool in the shed by any means, but the sweetest by far. I usually keep Miss muffins trimmed up, except for the signature beard and eyebrows that let us know that we have a wire haired dachshund.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj38YW25AnDW2f-XrOlFQDJtzplzMefTjXyd_aYK8znDTEp_MRFT-JPQZccmXwDf0anU1U5pyoRHAX5o9cEqZ9i3NcML69nKE7noAeKZ0uf5zJqvWqzmR2u2V0qMPgn8w2dumejDqwUpA/s4201/20210223_152605.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2851" data-original-width="4201" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj38YW25AnDW2f-XrOlFQDJtzplzMefTjXyd_aYK8znDTEp_MRFT-JPQZccmXwDf0anU1U5pyoRHAX5o9cEqZ9i3NcML69nKE7noAeKZ0uf5zJqvWqzmR2u2V0qMPgn8w2dumejDqwUpA/w640-h434/20210223_152605.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Right now though she has gone full "O-Cedar", and I let it happen. Ordinarily in the winter I will keep her groomed so she doesn't get matted and we keep all that fur under control. Then she wears a sweater.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQMwH3MjhC-eVg7DDte-PjnjI6jwqY6KgrsCd6l-j32EDmkPO5sjuHGDRFpPlpLlYgRmiPsZiC6EQQKLCkuPYa_EBu39R-qrvgap_4l89DzrQ0Y3gtavUqjYPfjJ2grJxeJhtcNcTeI4/s3024/IMG_20200126_142256_611.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQMwH3MjhC-eVg7DDte-PjnjI6jwqY6KgrsCd6l-j32EDmkPO5sjuHGDRFpPlpLlYgRmiPsZiC6EQQKLCkuPYa_EBu39R-qrvgap_4l89DzrQ0Y3gtavUqjYPfjJ2grJxeJhtcNcTeI4/w640-h640/IMG_20200126_142256_611.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>This year I had intended to shave her, but kept putting it off. Then it was so dang cold I decided to let her go with the fur. I know I will regret this at some point. I don't want her to go on full mop like before. Here she is, her first winter with us. Now, I at least keep her "nosehairs" trimmed so we can see her eyes</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZkhXyOiKwnf1TLOAoIszaj3QksPcsKvONQqrVgFI_9JScJtJigEFkMuWLaTR1CuObbBSiMfZscQqeIHVwZr3JCc-JlWPiGs4uGTVt_J6vqwcPrI_UjMblVjEVvoQjpfoSz1fdeP1Ljs/s4128/20140518_081702.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2322" data-original-width="4128" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZkhXyOiKwnf1TLOAoIszaj3QksPcsKvONQqrVgFI_9JScJtJigEFkMuWLaTR1CuObbBSiMfZscQqeIHVwZr3JCc-JlWPiGs4uGTVt_J6vqwcPrI_UjMblVjEVvoQjpfoSz1fdeP1Ljs/w640-h360/20140518_081702.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>All that fur does give her protection from the elements. She goes out in the cold and snow and basically has a good time rolling around. The boys are both smoothies and not up for the real cold.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='645' height='537' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxbQikSSIrHWaGZm84UY5_K7pUAZZDmvOHpqzvkN-et5jOt8g56hofJzTGiSGcSlRKy2s_uUQqM845b2hybmg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div>Spaatz gets to shivering out in the cold if he's not busy with something. I would love to put a sweater on him, but he just hates any type of clothing at all. His body language stiffens up and he is miserable until you take it off. Fooze always has some type of shirt or sweater on. He is getting pretty old now at nearly 14 and really would rather not go out in the cold if he can get away with it. Believe me, he tries.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimU6hAUkUuMvcwMKULSgek_XeIhiGj7S7_9-rHw1IoGAnazvwBePk-Tr_1uNTlb3OQZzL6fuAFFXgjJUYD41SQeWWgoFSYdjdd_OtYTjNyxi_pTr6LrVdXOBg0dpqP984Rb8oXnFNKe1M/s4136/20210131_151909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4136" data-original-width="3468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimU6hAUkUuMvcwMKULSgek_XeIhiGj7S7_9-rHw1IoGAnazvwBePk-Tr_1uNTlb3OQZzL6fuAFFXgjJUYD41SQeWWgoFSYdjdd_OtYTjNyxi_pTr6LrVdXOBg0dpqP984Rb8oXnFNKe1M/w536-h640/20210131_151909.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Soon it will be getting warmer and we will have to think about giving Sandie the big shave. It will take me over and hour and there will be fur everywhere, including stuck to my nose.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PacVTldXbNss-nMaPAm2tvlj-Dykz6vPTcKPq2cHGwn2XCTQDhw5GAHn-J7xtQCRWv4-DgCvVKaxvuDjF-tbZV4_PXliceqUZjmKocRKXvYpA7OwEn5r8Xqn4s0sLkUfo_fANHFUtpI/s4128/20160422_175039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2322" data-original-width="4128" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PacVTldXbNss-nMaPAm2tvlj-Dykz6vPTcKPq2cHGwn2XCTQDhw5GAHn-J7xtQCRWv4-DgCvVKaxvuDjF-tbZV4_PXliceqUZjmKocRKXvYpA7OwEn5r8Xqn4s0sLkUfo_fANHFUtpI/w640-h360/20160422_175039.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>She behaves pretty well during the process. Getting her legs done nicely is the biggest challenge. That and her undercarriage. Ever try to shave the underside of a dachshund? There's not a whole lot of room</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimN75JDb30wrJDY-yDIC_JwG0xMCthRZhVCbKyIP-EI5Vi0Z5cHilaYMpXK_QKfcS4okKQAAfKV2nhlQdrFZPwr16kXlOHmzQo6k0z__C6o4YA4FDvc7K2LN6pzk40DmCvC8X-hjQRXM/s4032/20171225_104830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimN75JDb30wrJDY-yDIC_JwG0xMCthRZhVCbKyIP-EI5Vi0Z5cHilaYMpXK_QKfcS4okKQAAfKV2nhlQdrFZPwr16kXlOHmzQo6k0z__C6o4YA4FDvc7K2LN6pzk40DmCvC8X-hjQRXM/w640-h480/20171225_104830.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Afterwards she is so sweet and "doughy" and she runs around like a new dog and is so happy. It makes it all worthwhile. Whether her coat is short or long she's always the sweetest little muffin you'll know.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiua5ikb4YfOYToTHEsXsr4magUMIHTubCyn70IsGiAOB-tLsi_CzP_8QbciGfMkfo6lGEPMCGfDOe2y6Zzulu5HCqzZz-WUAk-klxzJ5yD5GVFhbG_amCMca7L6YumoV85fvF6LKUf8x8/s4624/20210213_124415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiua5ikb4YfOYToTHEsXsr4magUMIHTubCyn70IsGiAOB-tLsi_CzP_8QbciGfMkfo6lGEPMCGfDOe2y6Zzulu5HCqzZz-WUAk-klxzJ5yD5GVFhbG_amCMca7L6YumoV85fvF6LKUf8x8/w640-h480/20210213_124415.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Foozie, Spaatz and Sandie, aka Miss Fluffy Muffins</div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-21910924921443839532021-02-07T08:14:00.001-08:002021-02-07T08:14:41.950-08:00My Right Hand Man<p> Spaatz is my right hand man, literally. He is nearly always by my side, next to me, on my lap, sleeps at night with his head on my shoulder. If I let out a big sigh, he does it too. Which makes me laugh.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgak8p8ttAe45FaPgjyylwzVaaWS2b5ONiNvWkN_7UtKP_3meYeG7ldj5bErH_glgiEa59LV1HnpQntoR_A7YerSGoMDBfYFFDUvicb79U3B39eoj2ngtcUEnwT9Twg7pVJM8fejb5p5Pw/s4624/20200814_175046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="493" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgak8p8ttAe45FaPgjyylwzVaaWS2b5ONiNvWkN_7UtKP_3meYeG7ldj5bErH_glgiEa59LV1HnpQntoR_A7YerSGoMDBfYFFDUvicb79U3B39eoj2ngtcUEnwT9Twg7pVJM8fejb5p5Pw/w658-h493/20200814_175046.jpg" width="658" /></a>What's really crazy is that he will be 11 years old this year. Where has the time gone? Seems like not too long ago he was a little puppy who was a bit of a jerk and I wasn't too sure about. I confess the reason I got him, sight unseen was a cosmetic one. That blue eye. I wanted a dachshund with different color eyes. Dachshunds are a breed of infinite coat color and fur type and even eye color combinations.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTg9pIE0o0RWeHknWRznxoxGkUs7fO5ayKSBm6-h6_Tv2XuecE8Zg7P0HOPQl6nLRbfcnr12VTvpT6NNLf-7poo02gOpXbbPhzUgSh4c7CaV5w_U5D_jbw6n6nWK_skPW1nqkOAmYNOvo/s1000/Spaatzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="1000" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTg9pIE0o0RWeHknWRznxoxGkUs7fO5ayKSBm6-h6_Tv2XuecE8Zg7P0HOPQl6nLRbfcnr12VTvpT6NNLf-7poo02gOpXbbPhzUgSh4c7CaV5w_U5D_jbw6n6nWK_skPW1nqkOAmYNOvo/w640-h498/Spaatzle.jpg" width="640" /></a></p>That makes an already fun breed to have so many possibilities. The different coat types even have different personalities. I do love the wire hairs so much, they are more laid back than smoothies, a utility dog, into hunting. That said, Spaatz lives to hunt. It may be that he grew up with Miss Peaches, my golden girl wire. She taught him well, and carries on without her, keeping us safe from vermin.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpkglGpMZNnYNKGA_OQavbGpDVRn6Hj1C5-A3AKbC-lQ1jVIQ5AgiToI6TYl3Hptde7-T86QiEfkM_-lGt1kAHiztryzj69MQrl-65R4c8wBYpmAMUraU4jj-K6PAOxBk2UeBq-zsy_8/s1020/Attention%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpkglGpMZNnYNKGA_OQavbGpDVRn6Hj1C5-A3AKbC-lQ1jVIQ5AgiToI6TYl3Hptde7-T86QiEfkM_-lGt1kAHiztryzj69MQrl-65R4c8wBYpmAMUraU4jj-K6PAOxBk2UeBq-zsy_8/w628-h640/Attention%2521%2521.jpg" width="628" /></a></div>Dachshunds are known for their devotion, and Spaatz decided I am his person and I find it rather touching. We currently have 3 dachshunds, Spaatz being my hero, Sandie who loves my husband and he is her person, though she gives her love to me as well. Foozeball is a bit of a weirdo, who seems to love the heating vent more than anything else, but after supper he NEEDS me to sit down somewhere so he can sit on my lap. Otherwise he will sit on my foot, or attach himself to my ankle.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv8vXh-v49IMZAQiMZOwLq9Q1HtthyphenhyphennEEzdNtVY8ddcOPmGmHLebRxyzX-nZbj7nf6WkDD4MGyGpZwpjtliJWTsiLBk5YwycGBzg3oUxEsv-GWnrypvhLZJJmRCI9kNu-pW9yr6fuhak/s4624/20201208_125840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv8vXh-v49IMZAQiMZOwLq9Q1HtthyphenhyphennEEzdNtVY8ddcOPmGmHLebRxyzX-nZbj7nf6WkDD4MGyGpZwpjtliJWTsiLBk5YwycGBzg3oUxEsv-GWnrypvhLZJJmRCI9kNu-pW9yr6fuhak/w640-h480/20201208_125840.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Spaatz has been so great during the pandemic to have by my side. My pack is an endless source of love and entertainment. Probably a couple of the most needed things in the time of this, hopefully, once in a century plague. I am so grateful to have them, and look forward to many more good times with them.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggr5rGK3QLdy_hG4BBRZVheuo2Frg5N4skpl7dUaXa4hZQfROmgcODt2wh9ztcJERMG2Xz_-oBMtT0kbz_lUh6KTKeS5sS0GepFsAB8c_gRjCcjaCIDbgFav5oRRP7o53R_X5b0aS2Ezs/s4032/20190425_123856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2230" data-original-width="4032" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggr5rGK3QLdy_hG4BBRZVheuo2Frg5N4skpl7dUaXa4hZQfROmgcODt2wh9ztcJERMG2Xz_-oBMtT0kbz_lUh6KTKeS5sS0GepFsAB8c_gRjCcjaCIDbgFav5oRRP7o53R_X5b0aS2Ezs/w640-h354/20190425_123856.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss Peaches, Sandie, Spaatz and Foozeball</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-32169569662353589842020-10-28T10:13:00.002-07:002020-10-29T12:47:36.814-07:00Goodbye Sweet Peaches<p> With a heavy heart, I must announce the passing of Miss Peachy. A dog of indomitable spirit, who came to us as a tiny, timid little dog that somehow turned into a force within our doxie family never to be forgotten. She will always be my golden girl.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwGEACiPu5F0CXzfZygTO4MJdXbWr93WoZwN_xs6TdENV8zl4oT34oJyXCp2zs8M9Qd7H7u1EDXIStKyFgeJt8RsIFCrY6cmwGKnT1vnHDWNq6PwxiJaSPyrOde4EQMT2ipQ9C-qGnY0/s723/If+you+only+knew+a+Wirehair.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="723" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwGEACiPu5F0CXzfZygTO4MJdXbWr93WoZwN_xs6TdENV8zl4oT34oJyXCp2zs8M9Qd7H7u1EDXIStKyFgeJt8RsIFCrY6cmwGKnT1vnHDWNq6PwxiJaSPyrOde4EQMT2ipQ9C-qGnY0/w640-h640/If+you+only+knew+a+Wirehair.jpg" width="640" /></a> When we first got her she was very timid, didn't like men, Which my husband took personally, him being the dog warden for our town, figures to be a dog whisperer. He did win her over with patience.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3grTN5Q2PN4P37OJkdZ7PkJf8Mw18brZdmn4ASD_Q0U418JvO37SmPlA7LE1X8L7poTKKCrE40E_GWZvESi3UUcqtESyabfwdebkEJOWPgU7D0zmYGpG2h1dmZM1BfD7ckUY9i3WhxmM/s3264/IMAG1424.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1952" data-original-width="3264" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3grTN5Q2PN4P37OJkdZ7PkJf8Mw18brZdmn4ASD_Q0U418JvO37SmPlA7LE1X8L7poTKKCrE40E_GWZvESi3UUcqtESyabfwdebkEJOWPgU7D0zmYGpG2h1dmZM1BfD7ckUY9i3WhxmM/w640-h382/IMAG1424.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div>She learned to be a more self-confidant dog and really came into her own with our older standard dachshund, Watson who was a great, good natured dog. He was a excellent teacher and mentor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMEnz-wwK0iCbUTWN2PSjvj_QCVWS5ArE5NNfYQzFq1cJAit689P0BVyXGRrNLMsXrHWykGZAYqMEzLHwtQbt5FzB-vGejbplDPUU9FYs8I78HsCspyWFZROO2N_kAK1PdknakFca4mY/s1780/IMG_0001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="1780" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMEnz-wwK0iCbUTWN2PSjvj_QCVWS5ArE5NNfYQzFq1cJAit689P0BVyXGRrNLMsXrHWykGZAYqMEzLHwtQbt5FzB-vGejbplDPUU9FYs8I78HsCspyWFZROO2N_kAK1PdknakFca4mY/w640-h432/IMG_0001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Eventually Foozeball came along and we really had our own pack, and in time Miss Peaches would be the leader of the pack. A confident and strong presence that others, that came along would look to.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5HLhiSxYCFWCKpMDNkVJtSd0SjZldFvQXgzziPr_kmJWBudd4eS57IbQKPkHvtB9pA0vGu4PP7QxzZmHZgHT1KXJkalVMKTG8K-MImlZJH-O2y2stJoIRyUMYmeXXm8FsHa-ib3W8kw/s1246/003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="1246" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5HLhiSxYCFWCKpMDNkVJtSd0SjZldFvQXgzziPr_kmJWBudd4eS57IbQKPkHvtB9pA0vGu4PP7QxzZmHZgHT1KXJkalVMKTG8K-MImlZJH-O2y2stJoIRyUMYmeXXm8FsHa-ib3W8kw/w640-h424/003.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div>With the passing of Watson, Peachy was truly the leader at this point, there was no doubt about it. After a while my quest for a dapple dachshund with different color eyes was realized when Spaatz was added to the pack. He was a puppy, and learned the ropes from Peachy. He would challenge her from time to time, but for a long time was told in plain language to back down and wait your turn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYN1jd8qtFJn7nHvByEzg2ODqlsSGX-NOAhm9xWLAE32Yafj2Q9Dzmg_YsWFc-lHpI0fnypBNSz7u1WIsBfGw9RpF1LvcboYk5IVFFN0VYRGBeiCtJ7pqRrgDqSB2qhZkSlRmeUXGZBhM/s1000/Happy+Houndoween.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1000" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYN1jd8qtFJn7nHvByEzg2ODqlsSGX-NOAhm9xWLAE32Yafj2Q9Dzmg_YsWFc-lHpI0fnypBNSz7u1WIsBfGw9RpF1LvcboYk5IVFFN0VYRGBeiCtJ7pqRrgDqSB2qhZkSlRmeUXGZBhM/w640-h438/Happy+Houndoween.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>For about three years this was the makeup of the pack, and Miss Peach was there keeping the boys in line. She is unfortunately known for killing snakes in the garden. Going as far one day to bring one in the kitchen while trying to dispatch it. She inspired Spaatz to be the great hunter dog he is today.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfwOp11iy2FvhplzCyplCThY8j590UavyzFISNYvnpS71aaPRnIvQFPemko17dMkr-yXyCT323u4RoXjsd9tx3SmrQyTXpoarNiReKdfx1oc1k7_-DPnfWiEqgBCJtZdq5uGq6-VQfZs/s1600/dachsunds+galore+030.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfwOp11iy2FvhplzCyplCThY8j590UavyzFISNYvnpS71aaPRnIvQFPemko17dMkr-yXyCT323u4RoXjsd9tx3SmrQyTXpoarNiReKdfx1oc1k7_-DPnfWiEqgBCJtZdq5uGq6-VQfZs/w640-h480/dachsunds+galore+030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Eventually, dachshunds happen, and My Three Doxsons ended up being my four dachshunds because a little dog that would come to be known as Sandie needed to be rescued. We went to see her, and when we did we brought along Peachy to make sure there wouldn't be a problem between them. Peach gave her the paws up and another dog would learn the joys of being a dachshund under Miss Peachy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhnjNVyi3nxymMae26sGnJuujhvQedE0_W9RwhxPksZlfkElbbI66MfElbCp3LDSVq4Tp_b2w1EJbXfDoZ1jdgbxEoy1bwgbgiyJpz3JuEb8Nf3uA3-tJZLBwEhsl5iUIaYn84BSampw/s2751/20140717_124233-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1818" data-original-width="2751" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhnjNVyi3nxymMae26sGnJuujhvQedE0_W9RwhxPksZlfkElbbI66MfElbCp3LDSVq4Tp_b2w1EJbXfDoZ1jdgbxEoy1bwgbgiyJpz3JuEb8Nf3uA3-tJZLBwEhsl5iUIaYn84BSampw/w640-h422/20140717_124233-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>That was seven years ago. Over the past 14 years there have been, of course, many highs and lows in the lives of our pack members. We knew that this day was coming. We could see her slow down greatly, and eventually be a shadow of her former self. We made the call I know was right. To be honest, it all went as well as I could hope under all the circumstances. For her and us. We are sad now that she is gone, I cried when I saw the water dish outside that she liked so much despite her poor vision making it hard to find, but so glad that the other dogs are here, still being wonderful and silly and lifting us up. Doggies lives shine so bright, and they bring that to us everyday, I wouldn't trade any of it for not missing her now. She was wonderful, and I will treasure her memories always.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4M6mQeRoRQapVsrdAO-jCBfUXdhx49-gPFHLrbGLYzpIjvlzMNRkBESzXCrjLTunl0h2FHgUo4BkESxRpWgnDb8ZdlaAOUlZnI7IkIEcXYhZ7JopJ4tugq5CGqIza0CrV0nuMky7weo/s1675/Hi+Mom.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="1675" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4M6mQeRoRQapVsrdAO-jCBfUXdhx49-gPFHLrbGLYzpIjvlzMNRkBESzXCrjLTunl0h2FHgUo4BkESxRpWgnDb8ZdlaAOUlZnI7IkIEcXYhZ7JopJ4tugq5CGqIza0CrV0nuMky7weo/w640-h382/Hi+Mom.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love you baby<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-44812702167587672892020-09-17T12:14:00.000-07:002020-09-17T12:14:12.815-07:00My Sweet Peaches<p> My sweet Peachy is really starting to show all those years, all 14 of them. She sleeps most of the time, only getting up when she has to go out, or to get a drink or eat, of course, her favorite thing.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRlpl-3It34J4un5rYppWQpxwQRwC8p6Ar6RIpB2QgOqA_tqRjtIMQ6VqXjARqHEZftC1dYgqlL61CsY3l-CsG5FwNpffo-lbwcafy9G28S4ueNPjBwZhDqQg_5OmaKre_JkHX4cnMV4/s4624/20200829_122830.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRlpl-3It34J4un5rYppWQpxwQRwC8p6Ar6RIpB2QgOqA_tqRjtIMQ6VqXjARqHEZftC1dYgqlL61CsY3l-CsG5FwNpffo-lbwcafy9G28S4ueNPjBwZhDqQg_5OmaKre_JkHX4cnMV4/w480-h640/20200829_122830.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">She's got that skinny old dog look, which if they hang around long enough I don't know that you can avoid it. 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She still asserts herself occasionally, but Spaatz is officially top dog here now. He has a very dynamic personality, a born leader. He and Sandie are each ten years old </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtRg0pioSY1gDJSVFh1xEaO4gPaLLCl8tz5czng-QUBWm1o8UNjRFYCjtw68pz7EspD7cdgnIxchvmk6PQ-mfbMS1kokMyQv8m8yRLKcJOd3TrGOXnJi-CpYdCYo2xIrUtRfAWcta7l0/s3310/20200715_211950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2466" data-original-width="3310" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtRg0pioSY1gDJSVFh1xEaO4gPaLLCl8tz5czng-QUBWm1o8UNjRFYCjtw68pz7EspD7cdgnIxchvmk6PQ-mfbMS1kokMyQv8m8yRLKcJOd3TrGOXnJi-CpYdCYo2xIrUtRfAWcta7l0/w640-h476/20200715_211950.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">so we don't have any pups in the stable. They are both very energetic dogs. To me they seem like they're maybe 7 or 8 years old. Spaatz hunts woodland creatures most of the day, while Sandie is his backup.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPcETtxxSN77w-OHdcs7S65sJ33nfjlCPIbu4__8Aa1JKwgY4nYkTH3v69rhiF8-xuUGMLx4sVWXekMi8PUJ8lJhm5DpgdvV-SL5Oy7tWT7guhJi2paZpajYs08aJ2tvRwreeC9KUSEI/s4032/20200730_102309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPcETtxxSN77w-OHdcs7S65sJ33nfjlCPIbu4__8Aa1JKwgY4nYkTH3v69rhiF8-xuUGMLx4sVWXekMi8PUJ8lJhm5DpgdvV-SL5Oy7tWT7guhJi2paZpajYs08aJ2tvRwreeC9KUSEI/w480-h640/20200730_102309.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>Sandie tries to help out when it comes to hunting rodents, but she really is just too silly and not the sharpest tool in the shed. Which actually, is her main appeal. The complete goofball is her tactic.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLnGkxzcD02nje8cApCMHbmh2MDUN62rmp1vsVwTwa0C00hyvx4Kg8WAvCfZAiAhjNWU9qa0ojs5OD4b4oWSRQz7mHF74xAF53Ym_mV3fI28DhcF-6EvKE310GhIkOQBLe2Tc9McbXvs/s4624/20200826_135641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLnGkxzcD02nje8cApCMHbmh2MDUN62rmp1vsVwTwa0C00hyvx4Kg8WAvCfZAiAhjNWU9qa0ojs5OD4b4oWSRQz7mHF74xAF53Ym_mV3fI28DhcF-6EvKE310GhIkOQBLe2Tc9McbXvs/w640-h480/20200826_135641.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Then there is Foozeball, who is 13 and pretty deaf, so if you try to tell him anything it's probably waste of time. Sometimes he heads out the front door and just keeps going to the backyard despite yelling at the top of your lungs to come back. He does eventually do so, so not to worry.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenlRdFQArXhVYCA-RKLwUhab0jabarze3wTTtHNfyfD7xa_gk8KU0EEtCWC7dVkFuQqqXkqGYWcyJrvHtzGZM_xzUWMK3cQsEsGe0QxVZ-gpVqSVw2ZozmzPXvk45Kn_zFKzVYZS12_0/s4624/20200915_204000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenlRdFQArXhVYCA-RKLwUhab0jabarze3wTTtHNfyfD7xa_gk8KU0EEtCWC7dVkFuQqqXkqGYWcyJrvHtzGZM_xzUWMK3cQsEsGe0QxVZ-gpVqSVw2ZozmzPXvk45Kn_zFKzVYZS12_0/w480-h640/20200915_204000.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div>So that rounds out the crew status report. Miss Peachy continues to hang tough.. She can stay as long as she is able and not hurting. I'm helping her out a lot, carrying her to and fro. She knows to bark for me when she needs help. Dachshunds are known to be brave to the point of "foolhardiness" but this old gal is just taking it smooth and easy from here on out.</div><div><div><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></blockquote><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-67419800033580975612020-04-22T09:37:00.000-07:002020-04-22T09:37:49.892-07:00Family Milestone: Miss Peaches turns 14<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Miss Peaches has turned 14! This is truly a major milestone in our family. We have had many dogs over the years, some mutts, a doberman, a lab and several dachshunds. She's the first to make it past 13. Happy birthday Peachy, Peachypoo, Poohey, Pooh-bear, Booboo, Booface.<br />
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Our current crew can all be considered seniors. Spaatz and Sandie will be 10 this year, although they still seem like dogs in their prime. Spaatz the mighty hunter, Sandie tries but her goofiness makes her not quite the hunter he is. They are all great dogs with different doxie personalities.<br />
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Miss Peaches has gotten pretty persnickety in her old age. She wants, what she wants, when she wants it. She will definitely let me know when she wants something. Usually it's about food, but it might be to be put up on the couch, despite there being doggie stairs available. She also lets me know when she wants to go in or out. That may be a subtle grumble so you have to pay attention.<br />
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The communication is usually in the form of loud barking. If she wants dinner, she will come and find me and bark in a pretty forcefully. Her stomach clock tends to run a little fast. If I tell her "it's too early" while she doesn't understand what I'm saying, she gets that she's not getting food right now.<br />
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The old gal has plenty of spirit when she's awake. I love when she gets up off the couch in the morning and goes in the crate in the kitchen and snuggles down in the comfy dog bed like it's her day job. Happy birthday sweet Peachy, may you have many more!!<br />
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-40407322886576923062020-03-02T11:03:00.002-08:002020-03-02T11:04:39.353-08:00My Sweet Spaatz in Trouble<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Spaatz, who is my personal sweetheart of a dog has come down with a scary and disturbing problem. A few days ago he started wobbling like a drunk, having a hard time standing and his head wobbling back and forth when he's sitting or laying down.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">I have taken him to the vet, had blood work, stool sample, X-ray done. While he tested positive for Lyme, and we started Doxycyline, the titer has come out lower than what warrants continued treatment with that. He's also on an anti-inflammatory and Gabepentin. He seems to have gotten a little better, so I'm not sure what is helping. Or is part of it that he coping better. He pretty quickly figured out to steady himself on an object or another dog, or to just lay down which stops the movement.</span></div>
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I won't lie. This has been affecting me profoundly. This guy is my rock. 100%, always there for me. I love the other dogs, but Spaatz has decided to devote himself to me above and beyond Sandie, Peach and Fooze.<br />
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Miss Peachy, we have a long history together and share some different bonds than most people have with their dogs. Like we have both visited each other in the hospital while the other was paralyzed and been there for each other during recovery. She is my older gal who sleeps a lot and comes out when she wants something.<br />
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Sandie is my husbands dog. She is very sweet, silly and loving to me, but Jerry is her person. She waits for him to come home every night. Everyone loves Sandie, but she has her favorite.<br />
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Foozeball, Mr. Foo as I call him is a handsome old guy but he's just that guy. Every group has one, and he's it. He's gonna be 13 real soon, pretty much lost his hearing, so that makes communication just a little more difficult. He is learning some hand signals though.<br />
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I was really worked up about this problem with Spaatz though, very worried. We can't afford some crazy surgery or something like that. But does this really warrant that? He is seeming a little better. He otherwise is himself. Happy, following me everywhere. Still wants to play with toys, chase squirrels (which has been discouraged) and is not hurting. He getting around well. I feel better now with the signs of improvement and knowing that he's not going anywhere.<br />
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-19136777561304155392019-06-03T12:28:00.000-07:002019-06-03T12:32:24.092-07:00The Vigil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just about everyday there is the event known as the "The Vigil". Suppertime is at five, so the vigil usually starts at four, but could be as early as three. It depends on how much their tummies are grumbling<br />
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Most of the time during the day if I'm home they're close by, but when the vigil starts I find myself alone, and I know it has commenced. It's best not to pay them too much attention or they will start platooning for an early dinner. You may know what that's like.</div>
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Those big puppy eyes, pleading with you. Perhaps the clock is incorrect! It must of stopped! We definitely know when it's time to eat. It must be time for chow!</div>
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I simply tell them that "it's too early", and while I'm sure I may sound like the teacher talking in a Peanut's cartoon. They seem to understand that translates into "your not getting food right now"</div>
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Much to their dismay they will settle down again, and commence will the vigil once more until the glad news that dinnertime is finally here, and they must wait no longer.</div>
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Then the next thing you know they're all sacked out without a care in the world. All that angst solved by a little cup o' chow.</div>
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-34809948417198914362019-05-20T07:56:00.000-07:002019-05-20T13:32:35.328-07:00Tag Team the Dachshunds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We actually went on a vacation a couple of weeks ago. It was an amazing adventure to Nicaragua for our son's wedding to a wonderful girl. Her mom is from Nicaragua and the family was incredibly warm and took care of everything, which we can't thank them enough for. It was wonderful.<br />
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The trick was putting together a crew of people to stop in and let the dogs out at different times and feed them, I even left a photo so they could know who's who. Miss Peachy and Sandie being the most difficult to keep straight. They're so close in color even we can mistake them on a quick glance.<br />
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I'm glad to say they made it through the week, we could tell they were a little stressed by having their routine changed and not having us around for sure, but at least they got to stay at home together.<br />
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So now all is back to normal, everything is right in the world again for My Three Doxsons.</div>
Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-12117712137099332582019-04-10T08:00:00.000-07:002019-04-10T08:00:12.272-07:00New Senior Dachshund Milestones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
April is a big month, here in the land of My Three Doxsons. Miss Peaches turns 13, and Foozeball is officially 12. They are known as the"old dogs", while Sandie and Spaatz will be 9 this year<br />
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I must say, 9 years old hardly seems like a youngster, but Sandie and Spaatz really seem like they are maybe 6 or 7. Still very active, still giving the squirrels a run for their money.The above photo shows the dogs before I gave them a little birthday treat. I realized as I was attempting to break this dog cookie up that it was very hard. Fooze had a hard time with it because he is deficient in the tooth department. Took him about 40 minutes to finish eating it, but he was a happy boy..<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fooze does live to lay in the sun. This is his favorite place to be. Dogs look so happy when they're sleeping, and at the age of 12 sleeping is his major occupation. But on to Miss Peaches.</div>
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Miss Peaches turning 13 is a huge deal because over the years we have had many a dog, I will include my in-laws dogs because we lived next door for 18 years. All of the dogs lived to be 13. Our goal is for Peachy to be the first one to make it to 14 and beyond! She made it through major back surgery a few years back and we're hoping she has a few more in her.</div>
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Unfortunately she is a little under the weather right now. She has injured her front leg. I am at the "wait and see" stage. Usually this happens when she forgets her advanced age and goes barreling down the ramp like she's going to catch a squirrel with the "young" dogs. I'll give her till tomorrow to get back to her old self, if not, it's off to the vet. For now I'm doing extra dog carrying.</div>
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Soon, I know I will be running a senior home for dachshunds. I'm halfway there now, but we will do our best to take good care of the old dogs, and Spaatz and Sandiepoo will be keeping the energy high here for now in the land of "My Three Doxsons.</div>
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-71186488164732091332019-03-29T14:40:00.000-07:002019-03-29T14:45:05.412-07:00Good thing we're the same size<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Spaatz, my black and tan, one blue eyed dachshund is a bit of a cross-dresser. Particularly my workout clothes, or even better, something I've been wearing while working in the garden for a few hours on a hot day. That's the best.<br />
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It's funny sometimes when I hop in the shower, then I'll hear someone out in the room, so I'll take a peek to see who it is. I mean I know it's a dog, just checking to see which one. Often it is 'Ole Blue eye tangled in my clothing. Seems like a weird moment for him as he tries to free himself.<br />
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None of the other dogs have this desire to become one with the laundry before it's washed. Now after it's washed and dried, that's another story. Warm out of the dryer, everybody is huddling up on that stuff.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;"> I wouldn't say it's just my stuff, my husband can bring home some pretty special articles to roll in too. Spaatz likes to wear our shoes as well, just on his head.</span></div>
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We had a standard wire hair some years ago now, he was very fond of shoes. I'm not sure how many other dogs that aren't scent hounds as dachshunds are into stinky clothing, but some of them just LOVE it. I always said the best place to hide money in the house was in your shoe because Watson took the guarding of shoes pretty seriously. He would even guard the shoes of people staying at our house from their own shoes. He wouldn't ever really harm anyone, but he put on a good show, and it was kind of amusing.<br />
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-40532420423887170212019-03-20T09:24:00.000-07:002019-03-20T09:24:40.936-07:00Waited too Long<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yes, I'm afraid I waited too long to do the Sandiepoo maintenance shave. I try to keep Sandie trimmed up, because the next thing you know she is doing her impression of a dust mop. O' Cedar I say. A cute dust mop, but a dust mop just the same.<br />
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The real issue here is that her fur is terribly fine and when its long it gets matted. All I have to do is get the brush out and she's headed for the hills. Or in actuality, under my bed.</div>
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She's not coming out of there unless there is a food bribe involved. So I have found that the better way to handle this is to keep her trimmed up. She is pretty well behaved for the shaving process.</div>
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I didn't get to it like I should because, well, it was very cold out, so I delayed. The next thing you know is, wow, that's a lot of fur. I do put a sweater on her to keep her warm, but I delayed and here we are again with a very fuzzy dog. Even if I don't do the whole dog I will "trim her nose hairs" because fur grows towards her pretty eyes.</div>
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I don't know if it drives her crazy, it makes me crazy to have her fur pointing at her eyes. The good news is that Spring has sprung so the cold days will be going away, and the dachshunds will once again be soaking up the sunshine as they love to do, and Sandie wont' be so fuzzy wuzzy.</div>
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I think most dogs enjoy a warm place to lay down, the mighty dachshund is no exception. Foozeball has taken this to the next level in his quest to keep warm during the winter months.<br />
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You can see Fooze is not fooling around as he has his head pressed up against the kick heater in the kitchen. We have two of these that blow hot air, the other is in the bathroom. He will often go back and forth between the two of them. I can hear his toenails clicking as he trots from one to the other.<br />
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He also has taken up using his nose as a fifth leg as it were. You never know quite what you will walk into when Fooze is soaking up the heat.<br />
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Ordinarily I find both of the boys sitting together in front of the heat. Spaatz is being nice here and sharing the warmth. He can be a heat hog, then Fooze gets whatever he can when Spaatz blocks the vent.<br />
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Spaatz really likes warm laundry, which can really cause a dilemma because he's so happy and comfortable and to be honest I don't really want to fold this stuff anyway. So I can make all of us happy and let him enjoy it and I will enjoy making him happy and not fold it just yet.</div>
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One thing for sure is that during the winter months all of the doggies will be doing their best to find whatever warm spot is available. Some days I will move the dog bed several times as the sun moves across the sky, and when all else fails they can rely on plenty of body heat to stay warm.</div>
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-364442196823501832019-01-22T09:55:00.000-08:002019-01-22T09:55:31.443-08:00Ode To The Hot Dog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I like hot dogs in summer,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">but the dogs I like best,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Spaatzen, Sandie, Foozeball and Peach</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">a little wienerdog is</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">never out of reach.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">They come fortified,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">No need to embellish,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">They'll keep your heart warm,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">but not with a fire</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Dachshunds come in smooth coat,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Their devotion is touching,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">the comedy never ceases</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">these cut-up hot dogs</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">will leave you in pieces</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">And though their legs may be short</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Their personalities are tall</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">When life can't be a picnic,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">with dachshunds, it's a ball.</span></div>
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-71397385193008216732018-12-05T08:07:00.000-08:002018-12-05T15:21:57.745-08:00It's Peachy Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yes, it's Peachy Day, where we celebrate the day we made our secret drive to get Miss Peaches 12 years ago.<br />
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It was secret because at the time we had 1 standard size wire hair dachshund named Watson. My daughter Marlena said she wanted a mini wire hair, which I didn't think was going to happen. I had never seen an ad for a mini wire hair locally.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But as happenstance would have it, there was one listed in the paper, so without telling her, we went to look at the dog. It happens my husband is a dog control officer, so we said we were going on a dog call and took Watson with us. Marlena being a teenager was unconcerned with whatever we were up to.</span><br />
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So we drove to the next county in the snow. Peachy was one of many owned by a vet tech that needed to downsize. Peachy was sweet and her first meeting with Watson went well so we decided to take her. When we brought her home I called Marlena downstairs, I said Merry Christmas, and handed her the dog. She was so excited, she was basically hyper-ventilating. I told her to stop she was scaring the puppy.<br />
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So the rest is history as they say, and there have been many adventures with the old girl. The Peach is the matriarch around here even though she never had pups of her own. We love her dearly<br />
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She's my little digger, the brave scaredy cat, the great communicator, and if my mom were a dog Peachy would be her as she is always there for me when I need her<br />
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She's been lost and then found, survived fighting with a muskrat and major back surgery. Dug many a hole and had to be washed and I hope she will be with us for as long as she is able. Still going strong, 13 years old next April, Happy Peachy day old girl!!<br />
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-2459916618415917102018-08-29T08:28:00.000-07:002018-08-29T08:28:21.630-07:00Keep Your Hot Dogs Chillin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Wow, as we work towards a day of record breaking heat ( 10AM, 89 degrees in the shade), it's always a good idea to keep your hot dogs chillin. I got the crew a little cabana to hang out on. They've been a little resistant to it, preferring the chaise lounge that they're used to, but it doesn't have the shade, so that's why I got it.<br />
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I bought the larger model, so if they wanted to, they could all be on it together, That event hasn't happened yet. I think we're up to three of them on it at once. Spaatz really likes the lounger because he uses it for a look out. Specifically for squirrels, chipmunks, woodchucks and bunny rabbits.</div>
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Mr Foo, (Foozeball), the old man, really is a sun worshipper so he will go out and bake himself for a little while, then come and check out one of the many dog beds available with a ceiling fan running.</div>
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Miss Sandie Poo was really turning into a mop again so I gave her her second shave of the season. She cooperates very well until we get to the feet, which she decides all bets are off. That's when I sit on the floor with her laying stretched out on my legs and I finish her up.</div>
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Miss Peaches had been experiencing a little back problems, but she has rested up and is doing much better now. otherwise everyone has been doing well and I for one am looking forward to the fall and some cooler weather.The doggies don't get as much outdoor time in this heat, so I think they'll agree.</div>
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-14244148465516087742018-04-02T11:58:00.000-07:002018-04-02T12:23:15.942-07:00Happy Birthday Miss Peaches and Foozball 2018<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">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.</span></div>
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They should still have many sunny days ahead for them, many doggie adventures still to be had.</div>
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Peachy will always be up for a good hunt as long as there are critters in the garden.</div>
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Mr. Foo as a dacshing youngster.</div>
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Spaatz and Sandie, both 7 years old are our youngsters.</div>
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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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK75aN7XSqCLFlHttqjzzd9__LgcnDiPBI4ncH6dM8ihIy0uP8HFPPb3wDJ4sH5tj_sHEl5tig7JQINhGgr4cuVerO4VYKv7jQhhwPf0r6qmxH8mXiX8Y1B4_QTfpXzzW2WyR33oNgXk/s1600/20180120_192511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK75aN7XSqCLFlHttqjzzd9__LgcnDiPBI4ncH6dM8ihIy0uP8HFPPb3wDJ4sH5tj_sHEl5tig7JQINhGgr4cuVerO4VYKv7jQhhwPf0r6qmxH8mXiX8Y1B4_QTfpXzzW2WyR33oNgXk/s640/20180120_192511.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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".<br />
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She does clean up very well I must say. Then there are the boys, Spaatz and Foozeball, or Mr. Foo.<br />
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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.<br />
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-90010269165218799242018-01-12T09:01:00.000-08:002018-01-12T09:01:02.548-08:00Miss Peaches and the Schnitzel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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,<br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Valerie Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287100917742296717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569378557313711587.post-39347321554066332592017-12-31T09:52:00.000-08:002017-12-31T09:56:19.592-08:00Dachshunds Can Make Laundry More Fun!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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.<br />
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Then as I fold the clothes the pile starts to dwindle a bit and I kinda feel bad because he is so content.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Happy Holidays to everyone out in dachshund land!!</div>
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