The Doggie I Asked For……

The Doggie I Asked For……
I asked for strength that I might rear him perfectly;
I was given weakness that I might feed him more treats.
I asked for good health that I might rest easy; I was given a "special needs" dog that I might know nurturing.
I asked for an obedient dog that I might feel proud; I was given stubbornness that I might feel humble.
I asked for compliance that I might feel masterful; I was given a clown that I might laugh.
I asked for a companion that I might not feel lonely; I was given a best friend that I would feel loved.
I got nothing I asked for, But everything that I needed.

Author Unknown

Friday, December 16, 2011

True Doxie Spirit

This photo is not one of ours, but was found on a FaceBook post.  We loved it so much, it is now our PC background!!


“Wiener Wonderland”

Dachshunds howl, Are you listening?
In the snow, frozen poop is glistening;
It’s a beautiful night,
We gave the neighbor’s cat a fright…..
Walking in a wiener wonderland! 

Chased away all the kittens -
Shredded a scarf & some mittens;
We’ll howl and we’ll bark ‘til long after dark
Walking in a Wiener Wonderland.

In the yard we'll mark with yellow on the snowman;
We might pretend that he's our Postman John;
Mom will toss our toys & balls & Frisbees,
And then it's back inside to lounge around.....

To snatch the treats, we'll conspire,
As we snooze by the fire -
Then we'll run in the yard, Chase the squirrels
         (we try so hard!);
Walking in a Wiener Wonderland.

~Sharon, a.k.a.Mom (lyricist)
   & the Von Wilk Wiener Chorus~
           [forget the Von Trappes]

"Slinky", The Energizer Doxie

JULY 13, 2011:

SLINKY's shelter advertisement read "Eleven years old; sweet; loves his tennis ball".  What they forgot to mention was that "Slinky the Smooth Doxie" is like a Tasmanian Devil on speed!  Henry the Humble and I drove to pick him up today about 3 pm.  He was moderately active at the meet site but slept in the backseat with Henry all the way home. Actually thought he seemed rather cute and sweet! HA HA  That was the last time he stopped! 

Slinky has had me playing Fetch since we arrived home just before 5:00 and it is now past 10 pm!  His ball has been thrown at least 10,000 times and he's tangled with Charlie and Rudy when they've stolen his ball (well, in all fairness, Rudy's ball as the ball Slinky brought with him doesn't squeak...).  Rudy & Charlie held the squeaking ball for the usual ransom of pieces of treats.  Since Charlie believes he is the Alpha Dog, this interloper is on thin ice.  The spats did cease when the Referee (moi) called "foul" and threatened to send everyone to the showers, but there were some snarling tense moments! 

Slinky understands "No" perfectly and stops momentarily but he has the attention span of a gnat - and then is right back again, pushing the envelope.  Any cessation of play longer than 5 seconds instigates a rather large bark for a little "old" dog. And, we're back to the "No" and the "Stop" craziness.

It's now 11 pm and Slinky has his 4th wind (long past 2nd) and has determined that a newly-discovered latex squeaky dragon-fly is pretty cool to retreive, too. It flies through the air like a real one..... *sigh*  I'll need extra time in the whirlpool with the pitching coach and massage therapist.  Have to get him to go to sleep - I'm exhausted like after a day with a puppy.  Much as I detest cages/crates, there may be no other option tonight.

OMG, Six months with Six doxies -- Time really does fly !

Since July 13th when we adopted Slinky, our #6, there sadly has been NO time to blog.  He was a whirling-dervish with a Tasmanian Devil personality that did not fit his supposed 11+ yrs of age!!!  There were many times we thought he'd become a "foster" instead of an member of the family because he constantly fought with and frightened the other five doxies.  All toys were his, all food was his, all treats were his, first out-the-door status was his. And, he had never been house-trained that I could determine, never taught any manners - never taught anything!!  But, I couldn't imagine what would become of him elsewhere - locked in a cage all day would be torture, and being ignored and not played with would return him to his unmanageable, totally frustrated self - or, worse yet, he'd again be abandoned at a shelter!! So, since we could never allow that to happen to him,we worked with him 24/7 and using the anti-anxiety meds from the Vet, we were able to create a somewhat manageable little character.  Slinky has improved leaps and bounds from what he was but has a looooong way yet to go.  Given his crazy-as-a-Loon assessment, however, he can also be sweet, loving, even cuddly on occasion - and he awakens every day so very very happy to be alive and always ready to play play play!  When he's tucked into his bed at night and covered with a fleece blankie, he closes his little eyes and actually smiles - so tender, so loving.....

So, we'll try our hand at blogging again, relating the stories of our now SIX wonderful wieners.  Please, stay tuned - because we have a few beauties about Slinky that need documentation.