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Age: 14 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Special Gift Box:
The family of Charlie, Abbie, Teddy, Maggie, Sam and more!

'BelleBelle' ... 'Miss Priss' ... 'Boo' ... 'Your Majesty' ... "Puppycat'

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

June 7th 2003

Licking, cuddling, Squeaky Toys, licking, Riding 'my' Harley, cuddling, and best of all, licking and cuddling!

Rain, new dogs that don't realize that I am the Queen of all I rule, mail coming through the mail slot, pussycats who don't want to play with me,

Favorite Toy:
Squeaky ones!PINKY from my good pal SPIKE is the leader of the pack, though...

Favorite Food:
PERFORMATRIN Ultra SlimCare Formula with Salmon; she is also a Seefood Lover...she sees food, she loves it and wants it!

Favorite Walk:
Wherever I can run and have fun (and get lots of attention, too!)

Best Tricks:
Riding on 'my' '95 Harley Sportster with my hoomans; making big dogs believe I am twice their size!

Arrival Story:
Her Mom writes here: You mean how SHE became MY guardian???? SHE chose ME when she was just 3 weeks old at a Ranch in Waller, Texas when I was visiting my sister, Robyn, who resides in Magnolia (I am from Canada). Ms. Texas Belle (who was unnamed at the time) was always off by herself sleeping while her brothers and sister slept together in a tight ball. I had no intention of getting a dog at that time in my life, let alone a miniature dachshund, but she won my heart by the time I was ready to fly home (she knew what she was doing right from the beginning, pretending to be a loner and then scampering up to my riding boots when I was nearby, just longing to be picked up and cuddled). She ended up flying back to Ottawa, Canada when she was just 6 weeks old. Her canine Mom knew me well by then, and was happy to hand over the reins to me, so Ms. Belle went from canine heart to my human heart with no problems of adjustment. We had already spent two weeks together whereby she rode around in the golf cart on the Ranch with me, cuddled and licked me even back then, and had even ridden a Tennessee Walking Horse with me. A Match made in Heaven. .................... My choice of next dog was actually going to have been a black Doberman, and Ms. Belle thinks she is one, so the real Dobe will have to wait until Ms. Belle chooses one for herself! When an animal chooses you, you don't say NO; the fates have intervened! And now, as time has gone on, I am hooked, absolutely hooked, on miniature dachshunds, a breed truly unique unto itself!

Ms. Belle comes from a mixed marriage, black Canadian father, and red American mother. She has dual citizenship (Canadian/American) and currently resides in Ottawa, Canada where her favourite passion is riding 'her' Harley. She 'looks like' her human Mom, having won numerous Pooch/Owner Lookalike' contests , two of them back-to-back victories in the Wiggle Waggle Walkathon for the Ottawa Humane Society. And she didn't even 'dress up' for the contests - she and her hoomans just arrived on the Harley in their usual riding gear! She makes friends everywhere she goes, and is very proud of her own personal group, DAWGS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN, a group that emphasizes fun, caring, love and trust..dawgs only, no hoomans allowed! Ms. Belle was 'raised' by Beethoven, a 16 pound Tabbycat, who weighed 16 pounds in contrast to her 2.2 pounds when they first met. He lives on in her traits and temperament; she does many things that are more catlike than doglike; amusing, but not fun when she attacks feet under the covers when they move!

Forums Motto:
'I'm Really a Doberman'

The Groups I'm In:
☼ OTTAWA VALLEY DOXIES ☼, DAWGS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!, D/C MAGIC, Dogster and Catster Pawrents Fitness Pals, Spike's Fan Club

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Ottawa Cisco Bluesfest

Best Buddy in the Whole Wide World:
What I am to my Mommy, and what she is to me

Harley Babe:

"My biker name, to go with Mum's 'Doxie Lady'

My true -blue pup pals:

Recent Fun:

I was DAWG OF THE DAY on August 27th, 2006!


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I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 14th 2006 More than 11 years!

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The Life and Times of Ms. Texas Belle, Mini-Dachshund Extraordinaire


December 21st 2008 8:43 pm
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I am sending real Christmas cards to friends and relatives, but I received this yesterday and decided to make it my Christmas Email Card. It is appropriate for any country, nationality, and branch of the military services.


T'was the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house,
Made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney,
With presents to give,
And to see just who,
In this home did live.

I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

No stocking by the mantle,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures,
Of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought,
Came through my mind.

For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor,
In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
The room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured,
A Brave Gallant soldier.

Was this the hero,
Of whom I'd just read?,
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families,
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers,
Who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
The children would play,
And grownups would celebrate,
A bright Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom,
Each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers,
Like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder,
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve,
In a land far from home.

The very thought brought
A tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees,
And started to cry.

The soldier awakened,
And I heard a rough voice,
'Santa, don't cry.
This life is my choice.

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
My life is my God,
My country, my corps.'

The soldier rolled over,
And drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still,
And we both shivered,
From the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave,
On that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor,
So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
With a voice, soft and pure,
Whispered, 'Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure.'

One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right,
'Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a good night.'

This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas.



January 28th 2008 10:35 pm
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It's RACE DAY, and we leave in less than an hour. Mummy hasn't even gotten out of her jammies yet, and I keep telling her to hurry up!

Did I say I was excited??

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Yes, those were the words I wrote last Saturday morning, the 26th of January. I had grandiose visions of the races at Ascot, and was very excited at how my day would unfold.

Hoomans. I shall never understand them. Here is a brief account of my afternoon at the races, as I described it to my FUNDAWGS in my group Dawgs Just Wanna Have Fun...

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Where in the WORLD do hoomans come from???

The Queen Mum got me all excited this morning, telling me we were going out for a car ride with Daddy Pete's Dad, and that I was going to see some handsome young hockey players and some fellow doxies.

I was still excited when we arrived at this huge building just as hoomans were singing Oh Canada . Oh Boy. Oh Dawg. There were lots of both...little boys and girls wanting to pat me, and of course I stand erect and look majestic, giving the little furless ones a thrill when I throw in a lick or two. And lots of doxies arriving, little ones, fat ones, skinny ones, curly ones, wire-haired ones...

No familiar smell yet of my beloved Thoroughbred horses...

I was getting a bit suspicious when I did not see any royalty, just commoners actually touching me...a few I know and am polite to, but...I AM the Queen, and must maintain my dignity.

I was carried down a huge flight of stairs to a closed glass wall where there was a lot of noise, horns, whistles, people yelling, and this weird sound I couldn't quite identify coming from the ice (skates scraping on ice). It was cold, and I was not amused.

Just as Mummy took me close to the glass to see what the noise was, BANG CRASH... ...two young men in different coloured clothes with sticks flying up and hitting the glass came crashing into the glass right in front of us! Even Mummy jumped and yelped, 'cuz we sure weren't expecting THAT!
Daddy Pete laughed and said something about a cross check...well, I don't know what a 'check' is, but it sure sounded CROSS!

DP and Mummy and the rest of the dawgs and hoomans were told to go onto the ice. DP was holding me, 'cuz Mummy was supposed to go to the FAR END of this icy surface with other hoomans. She almost went flying the first step she took!!! (Mummy and ice DO NOT get along...) The hoomans at the far end waited patiently while Mummy took baby steps the whole way down the ice. I couldn't even look at her I was so embarassed...not MY Mum I was telling the other weinies.

There was this young teenager on the ice announcing to the crowd that the race was about to start, and the 'weiner dogs' were supposed to RUN the entire distance of the arena to their Mom or Dad, whoever decided to be at that end.

PPPPPULLLLLLLLLLLLLEASE!!!! The Queen RUN? with a bunch of commoners? Heck, Mummy could come to ME for heavens sake, I was not going to run all that way to see HER. I see her at home all the time! And it was much more exciting at my end with these two big zamboni machines and nice new people I had met!

So, I turned and walked out.

Not once, not twice, but THREE times. DP kept coming after me and saying go see Mummy! while he squeaked Pinky. Is he mad? I had him, I had Pinky....I had the zambonis...

And the race was over, anyway....



January 1st 2008 12:58 am
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I am so happy to see this beginning of 2008, and have great optimism for what it will bring.

2007 had its good times...meeting Flecken and his Mama, and the Moms of Spike and Buddy was the real highlight of the year...but overall, it was not a very good year for my Mum. There were a lot of tears, and sleepless nights, but we got through it, and mostly with the help of my FUNDAWGS in my group DAWGS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN. We are now a very close-knit, loving and kind group, and my fellow FUNDAWGS would make Mummy laugh, and make her think of other things besides her own troubles.

We are ready for you 2008! This is going to be a banner year with lots of fun and excitement, and positive accomplishments! And meeting more FUNDAWGS! And Mummy getting rid of the extra weight that crept up this year...

HAPPY NEW YEAR, and welcome...2008!

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