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A hard day at
DachsieHaven. Not long after this photo was taken we had to
get a bigger pillow so everyone could fit in front of the
fire box at the same time. |
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| This is
Sonja the lady that started it all. Its all her fault if she
wasn't so perfect I wouldn't have had to take in another and
another and another. Well maybe just one more when her mate
wanted to rejoin her. Sonja came to live with us when a
friend passed on and his fiancé needed to find her a new
home because she was unhappy in her new house with her
roommates dog. So I adopted her for my husband. How wrong I
was. She took one look at him, bit him and curled up with
me. So started a bonding that has ended with her training
herself to be my service alert dog which has allowed me to
once again live a somewhat normal life. |
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| This here is
Taz. Sonja's lifemate. Taz was so unhappy after they were
split up that we had to reunite them so Taz came here to
live with us. Finally my husband got his Doxie...Taz really
likes men best. |
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| This is BJ.
He is my first "rescue" doxie. I had never even heard of
rescues when a family from the neighborhood brought this boy
by on a busy Sunday afternoon and asked us to take him or he
would have to go to the Shelter. Well we couldn't let that
happen so BJ came to live with us. He was rambunctious,
undisciplined and unfixed but we soon got over all those
problems. He is now our "therapy" dog. Since he is so mellow
and loves everyone dog and human alike he is the first one
all of the fosters are introduced to and it is his job to
help them integrate into the pack.
On a sad note on Friday March 21 we had
to help BJ cross the bridge. BJ got a rare autoimmune
disease called nodular Panniculitis. A small scratch on the
back of his neck turned into a disease we just could not
fight. So when he developed pneumonia on Thursday evening we
decided it was best to ease his pain. We miss him more than
words can speak. |
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| Here is
Otto. He was my first real adventure into the rescue
department. He was at the humane society shelter hurt and
cold and so sorry looking. Well he was so cute I just
couldn't say no and anyway I always wanted a long hair doxie
and my husband always wanted a black and tan doxie. With the
help of the vet we got him home and the medical care he
needed. And we braced ourselves for expensive
operations to fix him. It turned out that he had been hurt
too many days before and the vet was afraid that the surgery
would hurt more than it helped. So we accepted that we would
have a lame doxie. Well it seemed BJ had other ideas and he
supplemented my physical therapy regiment with one of his
own. Amazingly enough the boy still has a "broken" and
overlapping pelvic bone but no one would ever know by
looking at him run, jump and play. |
Wulfie 10.9 lbs and Taz (in the back)
they are now just about the same size/weight |
Wulfie now 16.4 lbs |
| Wulfie here
is my other soul mate. When you hear his story you will
know why there is a before and after photo. He came to us
from a shelter described as the nastiest dachshund they had
ever gotten. They had to handle him with heavy leather
welding gloves. He was barely given 24 hours before he was
going to get the big stick. Well the poor guy was
practically emaciated and frightened to death. He had
obviously come from a neglectful and possibly more abusive
home. He hated men, despised other dogs and was horribly
frightened of and vicious towards children. He was so
malnourished he was having regular cluster seizures. He was
basically all my worst case scenarios bundled up into one
dog. I knew that even after we got him calmed down and
fattened up he would be difficult to place....no one wants
an old grey dog that hates men, dogs and children. Today he
is working on becoming a very well adjusted little boy. He
still doesn't particularly like children but is doing very
well with other dogs and is a total push over for men and
women alike. We have nicknamed him the puddle puppy because
he just turns into a puddle of sweetness whenever he wants
loving....which is basically every waking moment. I have
fallen so in love with him there is no way I can give up my
baby. Just look at the before and after photos...the first
taken a week after he arrived and the after is his
professional portrait taken at the 2006 Dachshund Outreach
picnic. |
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