Hi Birgit,
for the 3 months we have Schatzi, she is doing wonderful, a very lovable doggie and still looks at everything new with huge, astonished brown eyes.
One of my pool buddie's granddaughter has - or better had - a small dachsie, for whom she had to find a home, because she will go to college out of state and nobody in her family wanted the dog.
So we have Molly now for a week. She is a carefree, friendly, self reliant and self assured little girl, about 3 years old.
She was a stray, picked up from the Humane Society and lived in an apartment for 3 years. Her mom worked and is a student and Molly spent lot's of time entertaining herself.
Schatzi accepted her, more or less and had to establish boundaries today. She learns from her and imitated several things and is on the way to become a real dog.
We have never had a dog with boundless energy ! She can race after squirrels good five hours and then keep going inside without tiring.
We are working with her to learn a few basic rules like no barking and not shredding everything in sight.
That is a little update from here.
I hope you are doing well ! Take care.
Hi Geli,
Very nice to hear from you and that things are going well with Schatzi.
It is probably good for her to have a new buddy and she surely couldn't have found a more wonderful home.
I have six Dachsies at my house right now, three of my own and three fosters.
I just had one of the sweetest little girls returned to me.
I adopted her out but did not listen to my gut that told me this was not right.
I could not get her off my mind the whole time she was there. When I got her back, she was skin and bones and had several bare patches on her back.
I personally believe that she just was so unhappy there that she didn't eat right and lost her hair. She gained weight now and is a happy and loving little girl again.
I so wish I could keep her, she is so attached to me and I know it will be hard for her to go into another family. Oh well, she will be with me for a while until I feel that she is ready. Wish you could take her, then I would know she is in great hands. She is an extraordinarily beautiful red long haired girl, very tiny and about three years old. Her name is Penny, maybe you remember her.
Take care and stay in touch.
Birgit :-)
Love Is The Only Truth
From Helen, the behaviorist and trainer :
How are things going?
I hope that she has become happier!!
Hi Helen, thanks for checking on us.
Things are tremendously better.The reason, we got a dachsie from a student, who is going out of state and no one in the family wants that little girl.
I expected her at the end of August, but her mom gave her up about 2 weeks ago. She was a stray, lived for 3 years in an apartment and spent a lot of time on her own. But she knew her way around a house, how to be a doggie, including being friendly, happy go lucky, and self reliant .
I see incredible improvements with Schatzi.
She copies Molly, she explores never before stepped in rooms, gingerly puts her paws on a couch and considers hopping up there.They are streaking around the house and backyard and track the fox and a raccoon. Schatzi is not scared of noises anymore, including a thunderstorm and is way more interested in her world.
They play very well together, although there are the occasional spats about possessions and food . Schatzi thinks she is now the alpha dog and Molly is testing her.
All in all, things run very smooth and they both seem very happy and busy.
One question : How do you get Schatzi to sleep a little longer in the morning ?
5: 00 am comes real early, and I am quite tired.
Helen :
Oh Dear!
5 am is quite early.
Does she have to go potty or is she hungry or???
If she needs to potty, I'd limit her water intake after about 9pm.
If she is hungry, I'd give her a snack before bed.
If she just wants you to get up, I would ignore her for 15 minutes extra a
few days or a week until you build up to her staying in bed longer.
Good luck!!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Squirrel World
Things run smoother than last week and the doggie activities are routine and predictable by now.
Reveille is still just around 5 in the morning, earlier, if I dare to sneak into the bathroom. Hoping that Schatzi would sleep through that, is strictly a dream.
She is bounding over the big bed, like a fur coat on a pogo stick. Molly would like to stay snuggled up, but she follows and goes outside.
There were clouds recently in the morning and it was still almost pitch black. Both girls do their stuff and I would like to go back to bed.
The big question is, should I really leave the doggie door open ?
Andy says YES. The likely hood to find a present on the carpet is very good, if you keep the door closed.
My little Spitz thinks, if my toilet is blocked, I have no choice but to use another one. And I know, she always has to use the facilities around the same time every morning.
I don't like to keep the door open, because we seem to have a raccoon again who is raiding the hummer feeder at night. It would be so easy to just hop in and see what's happening inside.
Like a very distance cousin of the raccoon in San Diego, who followed his nose through an open window to a pot of spaghetti sauce. The raccoon etiquette for eating italian food is different than ours. More like painting the town red.
So the door stays open and I sit on the deck and watch the colors in the sky and on the mountains change from gray to pink. A few houses in the foot hills reflect the sun like a bonfire and occasional a hot air balloon drifts by and heads to the airport.
The morning is for playing. Schatzi thinks, she established who is who in this house.
Molly looks a little intimidated, if Schatzi is on full throttle racing along the hall, a blond fur ball streaking by.
The purpose of this game is possession of the Green Willy. A short rest to catch a few breaths and the rules require to move outside and include the squirrels, that wait for breakfast.
Molly specializes in barking above and beyond the normal dachshund duty. So Andy has to haul her inside for several " time - outs " until she calms down.
Schatzi recognized the squirrels, but was never interested in a chase.
Molly however knows that two squirrels live way up in the big blue spruce. There is a nest for years which started originally as a robin 's nest. It was remodeled, while we watched a squirrel carrying twigs and leaves up there.
Schnapps already hunted around the blue spruce without success.
He yelled up there, circled, showed off, jumped and hopped into the branches and danced backwards on his hind legs.
Coming back into the house one time, he crashed into the glass door. He did not see it was closed. A trip to the vet was necessary because he had cornea abrasions from jumping into the branches.
After breakfast Schatzi mostly sits in her basket and guards the green Willy and several chewies.
Molly checks on the squirrels. She barks and jumps, has to go inside to be quiet, sees another one and wants to dig through the glass door and races off as soon as she is allowed.
Smart Molly noticed, that if she sits in the bay window, she can see if there is any squirrel activity in the blue spruces in the front and also keep an eye on the traffic in the aspen tree in the back. Molly is incredibly busy, while Schatzi growls and shows off her teeth, to keep her possessions under wrap.
We noticed by the way, that she is missing several tiny teeth right in the upper front.
Reveille is still just around 5 in the morning, earlier, if I dare to sneak into the bathroom. Hoping that Schatzi would sleep through that, is strictly a dream.
She is bounding over the big bed, like a fur coat on a pogo stick. Molly would like to stay snuggled up, but she follows and goes outside.
There were clouds recently in the morning and it was still almost pitch black. Both girls do their stuff and I would like to go back to bed.
The big question is, should I really leave the doggie door open ?
Andy says YES. The likely hood to find a present on the carpet is very good, if you keep the door closed.
My little Spitz thinks, if my toilet is blocked, I have no choice but to use another one. And I know, she always has to use the facilities around the same time every morning.
I don't like to keep the door open, because we seem to have a raccoon again who is raiding the hummer feeder at night. It would be so easy to just hop in and see what's happening inside.
Like a very distance cousin of the raccoon in San Diego, who followed his nose through an open window to a pot of spaghetti sauce. The raccoon etiquette for eating italian food is different than ours. More like painting the town red.
So the door stays open and I sit on the deck and watch the colors in the sky and on the mountains change from gray to pink. A few houses in the foot hills reflect the sun like a bonfire and occasional a hot air balloon drifts by and heads to the airport.
The morning is for playing. Schatzi thinks, she established who is who in this house.
Molly looks a little intimidated, if Schatzi is on full throttle racing along the hall, a blond fur ball streaking by.
The purpose of this game is possession of the Green Willy. A short rest to catch a few breaths and the rules require to move outside and include the squirrels, that wait for breakfast.
Molly specializes in barking above and beyond the normal dachshund duty. So Andy has to haul her inside for several " time - outs " until she calms down.
Schatzi recognized the squirrels, but was never interested in a chase.
Molly however knows that two squirrels live way up in the big blue spruce. There is a nest for years which started originally as a robin 's nest. It was remodeled, while we watched a squirrel carrying twigs and leaves up there.
Schnapps already hunted around the blue spruce without success.
He yelled up there, circled, showed off, jumped and hopped into the branches and danced backwards on his hind legs.
Coming back into the house one time, he crashed into the glass door. He did not see it was closed. A trip to the vet was necessary because he had cornea abrasions from jumping into the branches.
After breakfast Schatzi mostly sits in her basket and guards the green Willy and several chewies.
Molly checks on the squirrels. She barks and jumps, has to go inside to be quiet, sees another one and wants to dig through the glass door and races off as soon as she is allowed.
Smart Molly noticed, that if she sits in the bay window, she can see if there is any squirrel activity in the blue spruces in the front and also keep an eye on the traffic in the aspen tree in the back. Molly is incredibly busy, while Schatzi growls and shows off her teeth, to keep her possessions under wrap.
We noticed by the way, that she is missing several tiny teeth right in the upper front.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
The Energy Dachsie
Dad is in Germany and Mollie is here already for a week.
I am not sure she is a true mini dachsie, for this she is too long, but a small and slim dachsie , just like ours looked, when they were young.
She has energy to no end !
Racing in the backyard 4 to 5 hours in the morning, dashing around endlessly in the house, up and down the stairs, zig zagging from dresser to closet, jumping on couches, chairs and tables .
What is really dangerous,Molly jumps about 3 feet straight up in the air to catch squirrels. Very bad for a dachshund's back.
Raskal was paralyzed twice when he was still very young, and we don't want this to happen to Molly. How can we stop her from jumping ?
It does not matter to her how hot it is, she is running from tree to tree, picking her way along bushes, rhubarb, wheel barrow and shed to the fence or a fast dash to the other side past weeds, roses and rocks. She flies up to the tree trunks circling for a long time, just to chase a squirrel who sits up there and chatters back at her, waving the long tail like a wind mill. If there is no squirrel in sight, there might be one coming any minute now and Molly races around totally obsessed.
She never looks exhausted and after a little drink of water, she races off again. Slowing down does not exist with her.
Faustimaus was a great hunter, specializing in squirrels. Her and Schnapps treed a squirrel on the long gone Russian olive. There was no safe jump to another spot for the squirrel, so they both circled the tree, feigning an attack, standing up on the trunk and barking. Schnapps was ripping the papery bark til it hang in long sheets, which in the next year caused the demise of the tree.
With his teeth, he was hanging there swinging like an acrobat in a circus.
Fausti stepped back and forth, back and forth, over rocks and little twigs with sharp burs and worked herself into a frenzy.
I could not catch them, because I was hobbling after knee surgery and so I had to wait until the stand off ended.
Afterwards Fausti visited the vet, because she tore the skin off her pads and had to gingerly walk around with bandages on all four paws.
After trial and error, the dining options had been worked out.
Molly does not like the moist food with the tempting gourmet sounding selections.
Dry food it is, although we changed to Science Diet, small bites.
She eats at will. There is no way to establish a twice a day feeding schedule with her huge incredible expanse of energy. She has to eat more often . Other wise you stuff a mountain of kibble into a small tummy when you feed her only two times a day.
Schatzi eats her normal dinner made for the city mouse, while the country mouse gets a little piece of chicken or cut up Costco meatball with her kibble.
They both seemed to be contend.
The sleeping arrangement are okay for now.
Schatzi did not want to sleep with us anymore, so we moved another doggie bed next to Dad, that worked for her.
Molly sleeps with me, and I am on the other end of the leash with her. She jumped in and out, played and did not settle down, until we decided to keep her on a leash close to me. That worked instantly. Schatzi now comes back into bed again, but leaves later for her own basket.
She wakes me up on at 5 : 40 on the dot, so I can enjoy the world from the deck before the sun comes up.
I am not sure she is a true mini dachsie, for this she is too long, but a small and slim dachsie , just like ours looked, when they were young.
She has energy to no end !
Racing in the backyard 4 to 5 hours in the morning, dashing around endlessly in the house, up and down the stairs, zig zagging from dresser to closet, jumping on couches, chairs and tables .
What is really dangerous,Molly jumps about 3 feet straight up in the air to catch squirrels. Very bad for a dachshund's back.
Raskal was paralyzed twice when he was still very young, and we don't want this to happen to Molly. How can we stop her from jumping ?
It does not matter to her how hot it is, she is running from tree to tree, picking her way along bushes, rhubarb, wheel barrow and shed to the fence or a fast dash to the other side past weeds, roses and rocks. She flies up to the tree trunks circling for a long time, just to chase a squirrel who sits up there and chatters back at her, waving the long tail like a wind mill. If there is no squirrel in sight, there might be one coming any minute now and Molly races around totally obsessed.
She never looks exhausted and after a little drink of water, she races off again. Slowing down does not exist with her.
Faustimaus was a great hunter, specializing in squirrels. Her and Schnapps treed a squirrel on the long gone Russian olive. There was no safe jump to another spot for the squirrel, so they both circled the tree, feigning an attack, standing up on the trunk and barking. Schnapps was ripping the papery bark til it hang in long sheets, which in the next year caused the demise of the tree.
With his teeth, he was hanging there swinging like an acrobat in a circus.
Fausti stepped back and forth, back and forth, over rocks and little twigs with sharp burs and worked herself into a frenzy.
I could not catch them, because I was hobbling after knee surgery and so I had to wait until the stand off ended.
Afterwards Fausti visited the vet, because she tore the skin off her pads and had to gingerly walk around with bandages on all four paws.
After trial and error, the dining options had been worked out.
Molly does not like the moist food with the tempting gourmet sounding selections.
Dry food it is, although we changed to Science Diet, small bites.
She eats at will. There is no way to establish a twice a day feeding schedule with her huge incredible expanse of energy. She has to eat more often . Other wise you stuff a mountain of kibble into a small tummy when you feed her only two times a day.
Schatzi eats her normal dinner made for the city mouse, while the country mouse gets a little piece of chicken or cut up Costco meatball with her kibble.
They both seemed to be contend.
The sleeping arrangement are okay for now.
Schatzi did not want to sleep with us anymore, so we moved another doggie bed next to Dad, that worked for her.
Molly sleeps with me, and I am on the other end of the leash with her. She jumped in and out, played and did not settle down, until we decided to keep her on a leash close to me. That worked instantly. Schatzi now comes back into bed again, but leaves later for her own basket.
She wakes me up on at 5 : 40 on the dot, so I can enjoy the world from the deck before the sun comes up.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Molly lives here now
After not hearing from Sara in 14 days, she sent a note, saying, if we want Molly, she is ready to give her up.
Friday afternoon, there she walked into the house ! Molly was just as confident as the last time, curious, happy, well behaved and friendly.
The first meeting was smoother, no snarling and showing of teeth .This time Schatzi was not so thrilled , which did not phase Molly. Schatzi just sat in her safety place and growled while Molly wagged her little tail with a small flag on the end.
Sometimes I wonder about some of the little guys and girls.
When I left the house, Waldi cried and waited in front of the garage door, even if everybody else was at home. Toby sat a whole day in the bay window waiting for his parents to come back.
On the other hand, Hannelore was so worried to leave Skeeter Bug and Mandy, that she almost did not leave town. And the two little traitors did not care one bit. As soon as the door had closed -- what's to eat -- what's to do in the yard -- let me sit on the couch -- where do we sleep -- I need a tummy rub -- let me taste that chewie ....
Molly was so busy in the backyard, chasing the newly discovered squirrels, jumping several feet high on a tree, racing across the grass with super speed --- she never looked back either.
Molly dashed through the house, from Dad's office to Andy's basement, from the desk to the laundry room, sitting on the Eckbank during dinner until she settled on a corner of Andy's couch. Toys moved in in the meantime and she claimed that spot as her nest.
Molly is used to eating dry food, so the little trays of moist food, did not please her palate. We'll see, if she wants to change in time. There is no hurry.
Bedtime was a little problematic . First time in a new environment took a lot of exploring.
The foam bumpers Dad put under the bed so Schatzi would not disappear below, Molly discovered those and how to navigate around them. Light on ! Molly had to be helped out from under the bed. Out of bed again to rearrange some shoes . Light on again ! Jumping out of bed and on a chair to make a different bed . Light on. Checking out the bathroom ---- light on . Climbing on the night stand to reach the water bowl...--- lights ! Trying to hop up onto that high bed and crashing into my foot stool -- lights - to pick her up . She finally settled in and slept most of the night.
Friday afternoon, there she walked into the house ! Molly was just as confident as the last time, curious, happy, well behaved and friendly.
The first meeting was smoother, no snarling and showing of teeth .This time Schatzi was not so thrilled , which did not phase Molly. Schatzi just sat in her safety place and growled while Molly wagged her little tail with a small flag on the end.
Sometimes I wonder about some of the little guys and girls.
When I left the house, Waldi cried and waited in front of the garage door, even if everybody else was at home. Toby sat a whole day in the bay window waiting for his parents to come back.
On the other hand, Hannelore was so worried to leave Skeeter Bug and Mandy, that she almost did not leave town. And the two little traitors did not care one bit. As soon as the door had closed -- what's to eat -- what's to do in the yard -- let me sit on the couch -- where do we sleep -- I need a tummy rub -- let me taste that chewie ....
Molly was so busy in the backyard, chasing the newly discovered squirrels, jumping several feet high on a tree, racing across the grass with super speed --- she never looked back either.
Molly dashed through the house, from Dad's office to Andy's basement, from the desk to the laundry room, sitting on the Eckbank during dinner until she settled on a corner of Andy's couch. Toys moved in in the meantime and she claimed that spot as her nest.
Molly is used to eating dry food, so the little trays of moist food, did not please her palate. We'll see, if she wants to change in time. There is no hurry.
Bedtime was a little problematic . First time in a new environment took a lot of exploring.
The foam bumpers Dad put under the bed so Schatzi would not disappear below, Molly discovered those and how to navigate around them. Light on ! Molly had to be helped out from under the bed. Out of bed again to rearrange some shoes . Light on again ! Jumping out of bed and on a chair to make a different bed . Light on. Checking out the bathroom ---- light on . Climbing on the night stand to reach the water bowl...--- lights ! Trying to hop up onto that high bed and crashing into my foot stool -- lights - to pick her up . She finally settled in and slept most of the night.
Oprah
An email from Helen from the Mill rescue , urging everyone to vote for a proposal for a film clip for Oprah's new cable channel.
A lady, who is a producer put a short film together, summing up the horrible conditions all the poor mill dogs have to exist in, having one litter of puppies after another to make money for the breeders. Then they get killed and there is always fresh stock around.
It would be so important for the people to know all about that .
Let's hope, that Oprah finds it worth to include a show about the poor dog's lives.
A lady, who is a producer put a short film together, summing up the horrible conditions all the poor mill dogs have to exist in, having one litter of puppies after another to make money for the breeders. Then they get killed and there is always fresh stock around.
It would be so important for the people to know all about that .
Let's hope, that Oprah finds it worth to include a show about the poor dog's lives.
Things work out
Schatzi is in kind of a funk.
We see nothing physically wrong with her, she eats well most of the time and figured out what her favorite flavors are.
Smoked bacon with eggs in the morning and anything that comes from one of the octagonal little trays. Filet Mignon, Porter house Steaks , New York strip ......all in little chunks. This is so convenient .
As a bed night snack she loves a little bit of people food. Rice with chicken, rice with chopped steak, or a meatball with rice. I add mashed carrots occasionally too.
She enjoys the vet approved chewies, she loves the green Willy and still, something is not quite right.
She suddenly does not want to sleep with the herd anymore.
Letting her sleep in her basket and have the whole house for herself at night is not what we want.
We don't like this for several reasons, especially when it starts getting cold again and you want to keep the bed room door closed. At the moment there is not more than 5 cents worth of snow on the Peak, but in 3 months we probably have to use the heater again.
During the day Schatzi looks totally depressed, barely gets out of her basket, we have to add water to her food again, because we don't see her drinking anything. She is listless and looks sad.
She plateaued with learning new things, she is more skittish than she has been in several weeks, she even tried to climb in the back seat when she was so comfortable in the car already.
And an important thing, we cannot understand her reluctance to go into the backyard during the day.
Early in the morning, everything is fine.
She even walks in and out several times, tracking the fox and see what' s new. She pees, she poos, she enjoys being outside, runs up the stairs many times with her squeaky toy and even plays a little catch with Dad.
As soon as breakfast is over, she is in her shut down mode and it is almost impossible to make her go outside for the rest of the day.
Andy is out with her in the afternoon for at least half an hour persuading her to walk around and pee . No results .
After dinner, Dad and Andy are out again, hoping for her to do something. She is panicky and wants to go inside, running between Dad and a door. She is most of the time back on her "Once - a - day - pee " plan.
So I emailed Ellen, a behaviorist and trainer for the mill dogs.
She talked with Andy, just when we came home in a terrible hail storm. It sounded like a base ball bat is hitting the car, but amazingly, there was no damage.
Any time I think, I need to get a little help, info , insight --- what ever it is , things seem to resolve themselves.
The noisy Fourth of July and several nights before and after, are gone.
Schatzi was relatively calm. She almost slept through a few thunderstorms and hail pelting the roof without trembling and hiding in Dad's office. Things are coming along.
The sleeping arrangements got worked out too. Schatzi has Faustimaus' old soft sided bed next to her Dad's . She climbs up the steps into our bed, tussles and gets petted a little and then hops into her own . When she wakes up Dad , it's closer to 6 then 5 by now. Big improvement.
We have her now 3 months and she is doing really well. All in all, she is not the typical dog.
One of my pool friends, has 4 dogs, 1 regular, 2 from the pound and a Sheltie from the mill rescue. The Sheltie lived under a recliner for months. This was his safe place. He would not come out even to eat.
She also said, it takes a very long time for the animals to feel a bit more confident and loose their fear of people. Even after a year, he still pees in the house. He will go out with the other dogs, watch how their business is done, and then come inside and do it there.
Am I complaining ? No way.
We see nothing physically wrong with her, she eats well most of the time and figured out what her favorite flavors are.
Smoked bacon with eggs in the morning and anything that comes from one of the octagonal little trays. Filet Mignon, Porter house Steaks , New York strip ......all in little chunks. This is so convenient .
As a bed night snack she loves a little bit of people food. Rice with chicken, rice with chopped steak, or a meatball with rice. I add mashed carrots occasionally too.
She enjoys the vet approved chewies, she loves the green Willy and still, something is not quite right.
She suddenly does not want to sleep with the herd anymore.
Letting her sleep in her basket and have the whole house for herself at night is not what we want.
We don't like this for several reasons, especially when it starts getting cold again and you want to keep the bed room door closed. At the moment there is not more than 5 cents worth of snow on the Peak, but in 3 months we probably have to use the heater again.
During the day Schatzi looks totally depressed, barely gets out of her basket, we have to add water to her food again, because we don't see her drinking anything. She is listless and looks sad.
She plateaued with learning new things, she is more skittish than she has been in several weeks, she even tried to climb in the back seat when she was so comfortable in the car already.
And an important thing, we cannot understand her reluctance to go into the backyard during the day.
Early in the morning, everything is fine.
She even walks in and out several times, tracking the fox and see what' s new. She pees, she poos, she enjoys being outside, runs up the stairs many times with her squeaky toy and even plays a little catch with Dad.
As soon as breakfast is over, she is in her shut down mode and it is almost impossible to make her go outside for the rest of the day.
Andy is out with her in the afternoon for at least half an hour persuading her to walk around and pee . No results .
After dinner, Dad and Andy are out again, hoping for her to do something. She is panicky and wants to go inside, running between Dad and a door. She is most of the time back on her "Once - a - day - pee " plan.
So I emailed Ellen, a behaviorist and trainer for the mill dogs.
She talked with Andy, just when we came home in a terrible hail storm. It sounded like a base ball bat is hitting the car, but amazingly, there was no damage.
Any time I think, I need to get a little help, info , insight --- what ever it is , things seem to resolve themselves.
The noisy Fourth of July and several nights before and after, are gone.
Schatzi was relatively calm. She almost slept through a few thunderstorms and hail pelting the roof without trembling and hiding in Dad's office. Things are coming along.
The sleeping arrangements got worked out too. Schatzi has Faustimaus' old soft sided bed next to her Dad's . She climbs up the steps into our bed, tussles and gets petted a little and then hops into her own . When she wakes up Dad , it's closer to 6 then 5 by now. Big improvement.
We have her now 3 months and she is doing really well. All in all, she is not the typical dog.
One of my pool friends, has 4 dogs, 1 regular, 2 from the pound and a Sheltie from the mill rescue. The Sheltie lived under a recliner for months. This was his safe place. He would not come out even to eat.
She also said, it takes a very long time for the animals to feel a bit more confident and loose their fear of people. Even after a year, he still pees in the house. He will go out with the other dogs, watch how their business is done, and then come inside and do it there.
Am I complaining ? No way.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Mollie
Several months ago, one of my pool friends, Maryanne, mentioned, that her granddaughter Sara is going to college in Wisconsin and she has to find a home for her little dachsie.
Me me me ! We can take care for a dachsie , we know how they operate and we would have a very good home for dachsies.
Plans changed, the dog will go with Sara and they will live in an apartment.
This got the whole ball rolling.
Crissy checked with the Humane Society on line for a dachshund and how awful to say, we rejected Lucy Lu because of her known tendencies to be aggressive.
Beginning of April we adopted Schatzi so we were not doggieless anymore.
Just 3 days ago, Maryanne told me, that the apartment in Wisconsin is out, and Sara has to live in a dorm. The tiny dachsie now needs a home urgently, because moving day is in about 5 weeks.
Here walks Mollie into the house.
Confident, a small very long mini dachshund, black with a pink harness and curly long hair. Experienced in house matters, aha, the living room, check, the kitchen, the doggie water and kibble and oh boy , the door to the backyard ! Down the ramp, cruising through Schatzi's known universe and peeing.
All this had to be conquered slowly over several weeks , and Mollie acts nonchalant like there is nothing to it.
Dad carried Schatzi outside, the girls made the obligatory butt sniffing meeting , the tails were wagging and things looked good.
A potential sister . It would be good for Schatzi to learn from a well behaved dog how to be a dog, learn not to be afraid of the slightest noise and feel confident in all phases of doggiedom.
I suggested, Sara should come several times to just play and have them get used to each other .
12 days later:
Not a word from Sara and Mollie.
Andy thinks, she will not give up her little dachsie and who am I to blame her. There is no way I could give up a dog.
Email from Clar :
Wow … what exciting news … so I guess the new dog is named Mollie since that is the subject of your email. Sounds like Schatzi is going to accept her … it might be just the thing that she would really love to have … a sister!
Me me me ! We can take care for a dachsie , we know how they operate and we would have a very good home for dachsies.
Plans changed, the dog will go with Sara and they will live in an apartment.
This got the whole ball rolling.
Crissy checked with the Humane Society on line for a dachshund and how awful to say, we rejected Lucy Lu because of her known tendencies to be aggressive.
Beginning of April we adopted Schatzi so we were not doggieless anymore.
Just 3 days ago, Maryanne told me, that the apartment in Wisconsin is out, and Sara has to live in a dorm. The tiny dachsie now needs a home urgently, because moving day is in about 5 weeks.
Here walks Mollie into the house.
Confident, a small very long mini dachshund, black with a pink harness and curly long hair. Experienced in house matters, aha, the living room, check, the kitchen, the doggie water and kibble and oh boy , the door to the backyard ! Down the ramp, cruising through Schatzi's known universe and peeing.
All this had to be conquered slowly over several weeks , and Mollie acts nonchalant like there is nothing to it.
Dad carried Schatzi outside, the girls made the obligatory butt sniffing meeting , the tails were wagging and things looked good.
A potential sister . It would be good for Schatzi to learn from a well behaved dog how to be a dog, learn not to be afraid of the slightest noise and feel confident in all phases of doggiedom.
I suggested, Sara should come several times to just play and have them get used to each other .
12 days later:
Not a word from Sara and Mollie.
Andy thinks, she will not give up her little dachsie and who am I to blame her. There is no way I could give up a dog.
Email from Clar :
Wow … what exciting news … so I guess the new dog is named Mollie since that is the subject of your email. Sounds like Schatzi is going to accept her … it might be just the thing that she would really love to have … a sister!
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