Possessed by Squeaky Giraffe Spirits
I accidentally woke Hercules while he slept with his squeaky toy. I’m not quite sure what this look on his face is, but I’m definitely not touching the giraffe.
I accidentally woke Hercules while he slept with his squeaky toy. I’m not quite sure what this look on his face is, but I’m definitely not touching the giraffe.
Franzi and Rommel soaking up some rays on the back deck on a very hot, late summer day. Don't forget the sunscreen doxies!
Yesterday I spent close to 30 minutes looking for little Hercules only to find him passed out under the covers on the bed with a big doxie smile on his face.
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.
Note to self: whenever you leave a bag of rawhide chewies on the counter, be prepared for Franzi to use her Choxie Jedi powers to attempt to get them.
Hercules has figured out how to sit on the back of the couch, but he hasn't figured out how to hop off. Instead, he sort of oozes down the cushion to the floor
Few things get Hank's undivided attention like the sound of a cheese package opening.
We took our pack to the Wiener Nationals Dachshund races to see how fast they could run against other doxies. There's a reason dachshunds aren't racing dogs.
Hercules was enjoying a mid-afternoon nap in the sunroom, but I guess it got a little too warm on the dog bed. At least for the front half of him, not the back
Of course, dachshunds are wonderful dogs and make wonderful pets, but did you know they make great gardening accessories too? Here's Hank in a flower pot.