Dachshunds in Every Direction
I took the pack to a dachshund meetup recently only find they have no interest in other dachshunds. It was almost like they took me to a people meetup instead.
I took the pack to a dachshund meetup recently only find they have no interest in other dachshunds. It was almost like they took me to a people meetup instead.
Hercules wasn't amused when my husband ate a bacon cheddar biscuit and didn't share any with him. The dog gave him quite the look.
Hercules is a puppy. He can go from 100% energy, flying around the yard one moment and 100% passed out in the next. From Hero to Zero in 2 seconds flat.
Hercules chowed his chewy stick down like a crocodile in less than a minute. Now he's trying to use his Dachshund mind control to get Hank to give his to him.
Hercules examined a Japanese beetle closely before deciding to taste it and realize that he doesn't like the flavor. They're also not very durable playthings.
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.
Hercules loves nothing more than getting the cat's leftover food. Once he's cleaned the plate, he shreds it into tiny pieces and leaves it for me to clean up.
Hank used to be the puppy of the pack, but at 14, he's now the old dog. Here he is in his favorite spot on the back of the couch. Groggy, but alert for food.
Rommel always insisted on sitting with me while I sewed. I let him sit with me but, as a trade-off, he had to give me a lower back massage.