December 7th 2007 12:49 pm
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Dear Family and Friends,
Have you missed tales about our beloved Leo? He's been busy creating tales and
sniffing tails too! Enjoy the picture that is attached as well.
Leo recently joined his human mommy, Heather, on a road trip to
Indiana and Michigan. He was told that he would meet his Uncle Fofe
(pron. Fo-fee) and his new cousins Mae and Simon, who all were dachshunds too.
At first, he loved the car. After about 45 minutes, he wanted to get out and
became a mad hound at every rest stop, attempting to prison break. When we took
our walks, he forgot all leash etiquette and pulled me along in an attempt to
move and sniff!
Arriving at Grandpa's
Uncle Fofe was not sure he liked Leo. Fofe is an old dog, 11 years to be exact,
and seemed to make a past-time of snapping at Leo and trying to defend his crate
or "house." Leo desperately wanted to play and hung outside Fofe's house
prancing and barking and wagging his tail.
When Mae and Simon arrived, Leo finally had playmates closer to his energy level
and interests. Playing included:
--Leo chasing Simon and racing around the armchair in circles while Mae barked
at them to stop.
--Leo chasing Mae to get back his heart bone that squeaked. Eventually the
--Leo staring down Fofe while he ate his breakfast, but not touching the bowl.
--Leo pulling all of Fofe's bedclothes out of his house much to Fofe's great and
--Leo wearing his tuxedo for everyone to appreciate.
--Leo playing tug of war with Simon using a long green monster which basically
involved each of them standing still and refusing to let go of the toy.
--Leo learning all to quickly that he can become the alpha male of a dachshund
pack and his mommy spending time trying to get him to be calm.
Leo and His Human Cousins
Leo is a natural with children. He loved playing fetch with my nephew and
snuggling up to my niece, in the bed when she spent the night. He'd go
under the covers to nip her toes and get her to giggle. Most of the time, they
just called him "silly puppy" or "doggy" and he didn't seem to mind.
He finally met his cousins who live in Baltimore and have 2
dog children of their own. They thought he was adorable, which he appreciated
and acknowledged their good taste.
Leo and the Toilet
So the toilet backed up in my dad's house, thanks to my efforts to flush dog
poops. My cousin quickly surmised the situation and before we knew it our pants
were rolled up and we were ringing towels and bathroom mats in an effort to soak
up the water. Leo decided that it was his duty to sniff around in the pools of
water flowing from the toilet and came right in. He was fearless, if not
useless. His little paws waded through the flow of water. Apparently, the lake
episode has not thrown him.
We cleaned up the water, managing to dodge Leo and carried 30 lbs of wet towel
and rugs downstairs to be washed. How many Hungarians does it take to clean up a
toilet overflow? Apparently two and a dachshund.
Leo and the Snacks
My niece wanted to teach the doxies tricks and practice the ones that they knew.
Since Leo know the most, she focused on 11 year old Fofe who only knew how to
squat on his hind legs and beg. This was apparently enough for Eva, who fed him
well for begging.
At one point, Leo was grabbing all the dogs' treats and my niece wanted to make sure
the food snacks were distributed equally. She had my brother-in-law put
Mae in the cage so she could chew the snacks in peace. Mae, was called the
"pretty dog" since she has lovely chocolate-colored fur that ripples in long
waves all over her body. Simon, another classic long-haired dachshund joined her
in this category. She referred to Leo and Fofe as merely "doggies." You can't
win them all, Leo.
All in all, he had a wonderful time at Grandpa's. He loved his new dachshund
family and the tricks he learned, such as barking incessantly at nothing, being
the alpha dog, and learning how fun and cool little kids are.
Stay tuned for more tales and tails!
Heather and Leo
October 22nd 2007 5:59 pm
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Howl are you doggies? I have been Boo! tagged by my new pup pal, Edie! Here's how this game works: Give 7 fun facts about yourself, then tag 7 pals by paw-mail or rosette. Well, here goes!
1. I'm a rescue puppy from Illinois. My mama and dadda drove 18 hours round trip and almost nonstop to get me. They are thrilled I'm part of their family because the fish were getting too spoiled by my childless parents.
2. I have about 22 brothers and sisters with gills. They don't pay much attention to me. I like to watch them eat.
3. There is a squirrel in my backyard that hangs out on the telephone wire and teases me from the sky.
4. I love hot dogs.
5. I'm taking doggie obedience classes because my parents need training.
6. Pottying outside is for the dogs. I'm not really a dog.
7. When my mama cooks dinner, she lets me watch my dog movie. I never get tired of my dog movie.
October 21st 2007 9:14 pm
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Did I get your attention? Yes, on Saturday, October 20, my mama realized that
dachshunds truly belong in the hound category and not among the water breeds.
Auntie Wendy and Uncle John (they are the dog parents of Tonka my only and my
best friend) took mama and I to the BEST off-leash dog park in Minnesota. The
trees are changing color, so the trails were so beautiful. The paths were
covered with fallen leaves and they led in and out of small valleys where Tonka
and I got to race and run.
Tonka is not only beautiful but very clever. She hid herself in the prairie
grasses where no one could see her. I can't believe her dad kept finding her
though- I thought she was invisible for sure! Then, we'd race and run and catch
my soccer ball. It's my favorite toy!
She even protected me from the dogs who didn't know how to play with little long
backed men like me. She's get between them and me and stare them down with her
penetrating eyes. She'd back them into a corner and then her mama would tell her
to stop. NO one got to mess with me. She's so HOT! It's great having a woman who
knows her own POW-AH!! Woof! Woof! Baby!
So, we came to our first pool that was icky and green coated. Tonka went right
in and tried to get a drink until Uncle John told her to get out. Then, after
playing ball in the valley I mentioned before, we came to our second water. It
wasn't a pond, but more of a lake. Everyone wanted to see if I would swim, so
mama threw my favorite soccer ball just a bit into the lake. I happily waded in
and grabbed it. The other dogs were swimming around in the deep part, arguing
over who would get what stick and Tonka and I preferred the shallows. She'd only
go in up to her chest and I preferred my ankles, which for a dachshund is about
Then mama threw it again into the water, but this time it went out a bit
farther. The other dogs also saw it and we all went for it. It moved away from
me and so I went out farther. The water came to my chest and then my little legs
lost the ground underneath.
I don't know what happened next.
I went under the water and turned on my side. Not even my head was in the air.
Next thing I knew, two hands had lifted me out of the water and into some arms.
It was mama! She carried me out of the lake and put me on the ground. I was
completely soaked. Uncle John picked me up and then mama wrapped me in her
Science Museum fleece and Auntie Wendy held me in her arms while mama tried to
get the soccer ball which eventually floated into the middle of the lake.
I was shivering and shaking. Aunt Wendy was laughing at Mama whose sneakers and
jeans were soaked. She had jumped in the water to save me! Perhaps I would have
begun swimming again, but she didn't wait to see. She said her maternal
instincts kicked in.
"I guess I know now I'd take a bullet for you, Leo," she laughed. Everyone else
laughed and petted me and felt so sorry I was so wet, shivering, and bedraggled.
I even got a biscuit from a nice lady whose water dog was swimming in the
lake.She said it was organic. What's that?
Anyway, I eventually trotted down the path again and dried off. We even went
back the next day and took the same walk. I didn't go in the water this time.
Mama got me a new soccer ball too.
Moral of the story: Dachshunds are earth sniffers, not water swimmers. Please
don't encourage us to catch balls in lakes. It's undignified.