Category: Dachshund

Wiener Dog Versus Rat

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(re-run) Long ago, when I had three school-aged children off at their respective schools, I sat at my desk writing during the quiet of the day, when I heard the Dachshund barking. He was somewhere in our spacious back yard. I ignored it at first, but when the barking didn’t subside, I decided I’d better… Continue reading Wiener Dog Versus Rat

Wiener Dog Versus Rat

Posted in animals, California, Dachshund, dogs, fire fighter, handy man, memoir, rats, Tough Shed, writersLeave a comment

(re-run) Long ago, when I had three school-aged children off at their respective schools, I sat at my desk writing during the quiet of the day, when I heard the Dachshund barking. He was somewhere in our spacious back yard. I ignored it at first, but when the barking didn’t subside, I decided I’d better… Continue reading Wiener Dog Versus Rat

Wiener Dog Versus Rat

Posted in animals, California, Dachshund, dogs, fire fighter, handy man, memoir, rats, Tough Shed, writers2 Comments

Long ago, when I had three school-aged children off at their respective schools, I sat at my desk writing during the quiet of the day when I heard the Dachshund barking. He was somewhere in our spacious backyard. I ignored it at first, but when the barking didn’t subside, I decided I’d better go check… Continue reading Wiener Dog Versus Rat

Who Has the Bigger Butt

Posted in audience, babies, bet, big butts, coaches, Dachshund, dogs, in-laws, jeans, laundry, marriage, memoir, mother-in-law, photo albums, photographs, relationships, tact or lack thereof1 Comment

The family dog passed away last month at the age of eighteen and three quarters years’ old.  My youngest asked for pictures of him, so I went through a dozen albums last night sorting photos. It was time for a clean-out of: Babies if I don’t know who they are. Sports coaches I don’t remember.… Continue reading Who Has the Bigger Butt

Saying Good-bye to the Family Dog

Posted in animal training, attitude, brother, California, college, Dachshund, dating, daughter, divorce, dog training, doggie door, dogs, eulogy, ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, fame, family, hiking, memoir, moving, relationships, sister, trainer2 Comments

My son got a puppy on his twelfth birthday, a miniature dachshund, red in color.  He wanted to name him Schnitzel. Somehow he ended up with the name Wiener Dog. Nobody called him that except the vet. To the rest of us he was Wienie.  This made for some hilarious comments: Time to take Wienie… Continue reading Saying Good-bye to the Family Dog

Worst/Best Dog Trainer Ever

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When the family Dachshund was two, he started pooping in the upstairs hallway. This was not okay with me. I found a dog trainer named Sheila who came to the house and worked with the entire family. That first session was an eye opener. Sheila hooked Wiener’s collar to a leash, and when Wiener snapped… Continue reading Worst/Best Dog Trainer Ever

Worst/Best Dog Trainer Ever

Posted in Alpha, best, Dachshund, dog training, dogs, family, firsts, German, German Shepherd, humor, Rottweiler, worstLeave a comment

When the family Dachshund was two, he started pooping in the upstairs hallway. This was not okay with me. I found a dog trainer named Sheila who came to the house and worked with the entire family. That first session was an eye opener. Sheila hooked Wiener’s collar to a leash, and when Wiener snapped… Continue reading Worst/Best Dog Trainer Ever