DACHSHUNDS ARE CLOWNS!

"I'm ready for dinner!"

"Get in the car--time to visit the vet!"

I rest my case!

Dachshunds . . . you gotta love their comical ways.

FOUR DOXIE TRAITS WE ALL "ENJOY"

DUKE, A.K.A. "THE PILLOW"

Dachshunds have to be near their humans.  Duke will NOT stay in a room by himself, in fact.  During the day, he finds a place to lie down in any room I happen to be in at the time.

The photo above shows our son-in-law Philip and his "pillow" Duke when they kept our dawg while we were on vacation last year (before my knee surgeries).  Duke feels just as at home at their house as he does at ours, and the picture proves it (if I needed any evidence, that is).

Here's Duke "resting" with my husband Clark:

Oh, Duke isn't the pillow this time, but rather, Clark is!  In true doxie tradition, Duke got as close to Clark as he could, surmising that lying on Clark's head was as good as it got.

Dachshunds . . . you gotta love 'em.

YEP, I DID IT!

    

Yep, another doxie trait comes to the fore - they'll do ANYTHING to show their sociability!  And, they just love to lick humans' faces as well.

Our doxie Duke hasn't ever gone quite this far, but he'll go to great lengths (no pun intended) to get a shot at licking our faces or playfully nipping at our noses.  Dachshunds just LOVE to nip human noses!

Well, noses are easy to get to . . .

CUTE AS A SPECKLED PUP!

 

Ever heard the saying "Cute as a speckled pup?"  Well, here's proof that speckled pups (especially dappled doxies) are extreeemely cute!  

And, no matter what kind of dachshund you see--long haired, short haired, wire haired, dappled, red, black, gray, chocolate, cream--they ALL have the same facial expressions!
 

ATLAS OF THE DACHSHUND BRAIN

My dachshund Duke definitely exemplifies ALL of the traits listed below, except chewing up inappropriate things--he doesn't do that very much at all, nor does he tend to throw up often. He makes up for those by have a double dose of the other traits, however!

What about your doxie? Leave a comment to share something interesting about your dachshund, a.k.a. chow hound extraordinaire.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DUKE!

Today is Duke's fifth birthday!

With his siblings the day we met him

"D" IS FOR DACHSHUND . . . WHAT ELSE??

In my attempt at writing articles with the alphabet,  this one is in honor of the letter D.  There were quite a few things that I could have written about, such as dirt, dragons, desserts, or dishwashers, but I kept coming back to my favorite dog, the dachshund.

My family first owned a dachshund when we lived in Bremerhaven, Germany, and her name was Elia.  She was a red standard, smooth coat, and although I was only nine or ten at the time, I agreed with my parents that she was quite stubborn--a doxie trait.  In an attempt to housebreak her, my parents left newspapers down for her to use:  that seemed to be the method of housebreaking dogs back then. After all, we lived in a third-floor apartment with no elevator, so it wasn't always convenient to take Elia out when necessary.  There were sixty-four steps up to our apartment--I know, because I often counted them when I came home from school in the afternoons.  A lot of stairs.   Well, Elia would "hold it" for hours and hours when my mother would put her out on the balcony, then when Mom took pity on the poor dog and let her in, that's when Elia decided it was time to go potty--right there in the middle of the living room floor.  My mother was not happy, to say the least.  I don't recall what happened to this stubborn-but-loving doxie.  We left Germany for the States when I was twelve, so I suppose we foisted her off on another family.  I believe by then that she was housebroken, though.