A Pack of Dachshund Puppies
An old photo when my pack were all still babies, sitting on the bed enjoying the late afternoon sunlight. Monkey somehow got the rawhide, which never happens.
An old photo when my pack were all still babies, sitting on the bed enjoying the late afternoon sunlight. Monkey somehow got the rawhide, which never happens.
Franzi and Montgomery hunting together in a ground squirrel burrow. Franzi digs and flushes them from one end and Montgomery waits to grab them at the other.
I heard Franzi's "hunting" bark coming from near the chicken coop. I found her preventing a gopher snake from getting in to eat the eggs. Good girl Franzi!
I told Hercules the dog treat bag was empty, but, based on the look on his face, I can tell that he doesn't believe me.
We got new cushions for the chaise lounges. Now, Her Most Serene Royal Chocolate Highness, Franzi the Sun Queen, is holding court on her new throne.
Monkey was burrowed so far into the blankets that, had it not been for being short one dachshund at breakfast, he might have kept on dozing right up until noon
According to my dachshund clock, it's a quarter to 12. If you ask the dachshunds though, it's always time to eat.
Monkey loved the penguin blanket because none of the other Doxies in the pack ever wanted it. He'd drag it around and burrow into it knowing he'd be left alone.
It didn't take Hercules long to become a master manipulator. For being barely four months old, he sure has that "I'm just a poor sad puppy" down pretty well.
The one advantage to puppies over human babies is that after 15 minutes of super-activity, instead of crying, puppies just sort of fall over and sleep. Hard.