There must be a strange lunar alignment or something because over the past 24 hours, I’ve gotten two separate e-mails looking for homes for wiener dogs.
One from a friend who’s mother-in-law is moving and can’t take her 2-year-old with her, and the other from Patrick’s (my youngest son) breeder looking for a home for a 10-week-old chocolate and tan (pictured below).
I can’t stand the thought of these babies going to the pound. My love of Doxies is telling me to give one of them a home, but are three wieners too much? We live in a pretty small townhouse.
If you have any insight on a three-doxie-household or if you know of any one that wants to welcome one of these dogs into their homes, please let me know.
Meet my new brother Kirby.
My mom lives in Arkansas and went to her local pound. Believe it or not, there was a dachshund there that had been locked up since March! Who puts a doxie in the pound, and how is it possible for one to stay for nearly six months?
As you can see why from his picture, he melted my mom’s heart and she took him home. She now has five dogs, but Kirby is her only wiener (the others are two labs and two chihuahuas).
She says his tongue is too long for his mouth so it is always hanging out. Other things she describes about him remind me so much about my doxies, it is amazing. Kirby likes to cuddle, lick, is very protective, burrows under, has a strong hunting instinct and a wonderful disposition.
I am headed to visit my mom over Labor Day weekend and I can’t wait to meet Kirby! Welcome to the family.
I have been locked out of my Twitter account (DogTwitterer) for what seems like forever.
When I tell Twitter that I’ve forgotten my password, they send me a password reset email which sends me to this screen:
I then fill in my new password, verify it and click change. The exact same screen reappears.
If I click login, after changing my password, and try to log in with my new password, I get a message that says, “Wrong username/email and password combination.”
I have done this several times on several different occasions with new emails sent to me each time. It never works. Twitter has no technical support to speak of, which is yet another reason to hate it.
Can anyone help this Twitter hater get back into hateful Twitter?
A summer barbeque turned life threatening for a North Carolina Dachshund:
A great time was had by all – until one of the kebabs landed on the ground. The Princes’ 2 1/2-year-old, 15-pound dachshund, Rommel, rushed in and gobbled down a roasted onion.
Big mistake: In no time, the dog was deathly ill. The Princes had to rush Rommel to the Animal Emergency and Trauma Hospital of Wilmington, at 5333 Oleander Drive.
This story ends happily, Rommel made a total recovery. To do so, however, the dog spent several days at the emergency hospital and at Topsail Animal Hospital. Meanwhile, a quick Internet search showed the Princes they were lucky.
Onions are extremely toxic to dogs in any form: raw, cooked, powdered or dehydrated. Onions contain a chemical called thiosulphate which is harmless to people; however, dogs (and cats) lack the ability to digest it. In a dog’s body, it can cause red blood cells to rupture, leading to a potentially life-threatening form of anemia. Eating a little pizza with onions, or a bit of onion might not be harmful, since thiosulphate’s effects are dose-dependent. Eat enough, however, and the animal might soon show vomiting and diarrhea.
Being that we have no human children, our wiener dogs are treated like grandchildren by our respective parents. My mom came to town this weekend for a visit and she couldn’t wait to see her “grandwienies.” We took them to the beach, mom gave them both baths, and of course, cradled them like babies. Too fun. Here are some photos.
If you live in San Diego or surrounding areas, don’t miss the San Diego Dachshund Club’s summertime picnic.
There are lots of good wiener-watching opportunities and it is a great place to make some new friends. See you there!
On Sunday, July 19 my oldest “son” Gary turns 9. We had an early birthday party for him while we were visiting Scott’s parent’s last week.
He had a great time – cake, presents, and all!
Happy birthday, Big Guy!
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