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Randie can hardly take care of herself much less another mouth to feed! However, sometimes I think she needs a furry buddy to snuggle with… Oh wait… She’s got Harold! … and he doesn’t eat nuthin’.
Randie can hardly take care of herself much less another mouth to feed! However, sometimes I think she needs a furry buddy to snuggle with… Oh wait… She’s got Harold! … and he doesn’t eat nuthin’.
But Harold doesn’t lick her toes, does he?
It’s amazing how quickly you can get attached.
As cute as the kitty is, what Randie REALLY needs is a WIENER DOG!!
Get a miniature dachshund or a “tweenie”, which is what we have. Not only are they fun and loving and intelligent and protective, they are SOOOOO cute and they know it!
And for you, Brig, a dauchsy would be a joy to draw. Go ahead: Draw one and see if you don’t break out into a huge grin when you’re finished. I dare you!
Harold ain’t got a tongue. But he’s super squishy and soft!
My gram used to have wiener dogs… “Cookie” was a mentally deranged monster! However, my Dad always spoke kindly of Tina, the wiener dog. So I don’t believe all wieners are of a “Cookie” nature. They are fun to draw, though.
We had a standard daschund when I was little. His name was Beau and he was a former show dog who had doubled in weight thanks to waaay too many dog biscuits :). But he still tried with every he had to get up on my toddler bed, he was usually sucessful. We’d try to walk him, he’d get about a block and lay down and Dad would put him in my wagon and take him home. He was such a nice puppy <3.
Daschunds seem to be a one or the other kind of temperament. They're either totally adorable, or vicious monsters. I wonder why that is?
Meghan: Our friend Wikipedia says that dachshunds were originally trained to hunt, so I’d speculate that the more feisty ones still have a touch of the hunting gene in ’em.
This link takes you to the “Temperament” section of Wikipedia, and there’s an amusing quote from E.B. White which details his difficulties in training.
She’d probably like my cat– everyone is surprised at how well behaved she is. She’s very polite and demure, never destroys things, doesn’t anger-pee, and I don’t think it’s ever even crossed her mind that she’s supposed to be in charge. And if I want her to move, all I have to tell her is ‘shoo’, and she picks herself up and moves.
Dachshunds were not bred merely to hunt, they were bred to dig badgers out of their holes. Badgers are themselves highly aggressive and a badger defending his hole must be something spectacular. So “wiener dogs” were bred to attack and kill viciously aggresive animals underground.
We had dachshunds when I was a kid. One day one of them decided that it was absolutely necessary that a hole be dug in the flower bed. He started digging with all four feet and sort of lowered himself into the hole as he dug it out, faster than one would have imagined possible.
Michael Louie: Drat, shame you don’t have a video of it – that would be fun to watch!
Our Tweenie Miho (Japanese for both “Beautiful Flower” and “Beautiful Cannon”) is a very typical Dachsy. She’s feisty around strangers (but not a biter at all), and loving and playful with the family and those she loves. She’s an 11 pound dog with and 80 pound ego.
The key to “getting” a good dachsy is attention. They desperately need your love and will pay you back over and over and over if they get it. They also need space and exercise. Miho, along with our Yorkie-poo Nutmeg, get about ten miles worth of walks every week.
As for badgers – and dachshund is German for “badger dog” – we like to say that our household is: “Badger free since 2003!” which is when we got Miho. (And NOBODY tell her we’ve never have badgers…)
Badger-hunting, hole-digging, red-ryder riding wiener dogs… sounds like a cartoon strip, people! Somebody has to write this! And Dani’s non-anger-peeing cat could be the sidekick!
Astragali,
As I said it was when I was a kid, back in the New Stone Age. Camcorders had not even been thought of yet, let alone available to ordinary people.
My dog is a dachshund. He’s eighteen years old and no brighter than the day I got him. Still, you’ve got to love your doggie, even if he is a pea-brained little trouble-maker!