DOXIE TAILS 12

DOXIE TAILS 12 Charlie Brown aka CBWieneeDogg

Charlie Brown’s Weekend Adventure . . .

According to Mommy

Charlie Brown and his daddy were looking forward to pawesome BOYS ONLY weekend. As soon as Mommy left Friday morning to teach in Traverse City, Charlie and Daddy looked at each other, slightly confused looks flickering across their faces. Suddenly, they gave each other a big “high paws!” and got ready for a day at the office.

        Friday was a busy day, it was. After Daddy put on a suit and gave Charlie a quick brush, they were off to work. Daddy was in and out of meetings and all day but luckily, Charlie’s office (a.k.a. donut bed and blanky) is under Daddy’s desk. So Daddy could concentrate better, Charlie looked at the intern: Hey you, clear my appointments and pencil me in for a long, hard nap. After work, Daddy and Charlie headed over to Karl and Buster’s house. While Daddy and Karl played X-Box, Charlie and Buster talked pawlosophy and pawlitics over a bowl of Milk Bones. That night, Charlie got Mommy’s side of the bed all to himself. I could get used to this, Charlie thought to himself with a stretch and a yawn.

Saturday went much like Friday. Charlie and Daddy slept in, enjoyed a brisk walk, and it was off to the office again to do some accounting. Charlie LOVES accounting because he gets to snooze on Daddy’s lap the whole time, though every now and then he gives Daddy a nudge or a snuffle when he punches the numbers in wrong. After work, Daddy said, “We’re spending the night at Gramma and Grampa’s so we can keep an eye on the house while they’re out of town. That okay with you?” Charlie thought, Excellent idea, Pops, ‘speshully since I haven’t run the perimeter in a couple days. Gotta keep those wabbits in line. “But first,” said Daddy, “we gotta stop at our house.”

        On the way home, Daddy stopped at the gas station to fill up. While he went inside to pay for the gas, Charlie hopped over to the driver’s seat. Daddy never lets me drive, Charlie grumbled as he tried to look over the wheel. Hmmm, can’t reach, Charlie thought as he stretched a paw to the gas pedal. Suddenly, the scent of something delicious wafted in through the open door. Turbo-charged snoutage detecting salted pork product! Must investigate! Charlie slunk to the edge of the seat and delicately sniffed the air when he spied Daddy heading back to the car. Oops, not allowed in da driver’s seat! And into the backseat Charlie hopped, looking as innocent as could be. He’ll never know I twied to steal da car! Charlie chuckled to himself. Luckily, Daddy was on the phone and didn’t seem to notice the snout marks on the steering wheel.

A few minutes later Charlie and Daddy pulled up to the house. Daddy was still on the phone and left the door open as he ran in to pack up a few things. Dad, I gotta take a wee, thought Charlie, but Daddy had already disappeared into the house. Fine, I’ll take myself out, huffed Charlie, and he hopped out of the car to take care of business on the lawn. Hmmm, Houston, we have a problem, mused Charlie when he returned to the car. Dat looked shorter jumping down, noted Charlie as he looked up at the seat, then down woefully at his short, stubby legs. He sighed then went into the house to ask Daddy for a boost. OOOH, bully stick! thought Charlie as he spied Mommy’s latest present in the sun room. Nom nom nom went Charlie until he heard the click of the now-closed sun room door. What da what?! thought Charlie, as he watched Daddy walk away into the garage. Then he heard Daddy start the car. Um, Daddy? thought Charlie as he jumped on the couch in time to see Daddy pull away. Charlie began to let out a whine when he caught sight of the bully stick, then happily jumped off the couch to continue nomming.

        Charlie was just getting to a juicy part when suddenly he heard Daddy’s car again, screeching into the driveway. Then Daddy tearing back into the house frantically calling his name, “Charlie! Where are you Charlie!!” I’m in here, doofus, thought Charlie as waved a paw from   

    behind the French doors. With many impatient sighs, Charlie watched as Daddy darted from room to room, flipping on all the lights and calling, “Charlie! Charlie!” while looking under blankies and piles of laundry he was supposed to fold yesterday. OVER HERE! thought Charlie, smooshing his snout against the window. Suddenly, Daddy stopped and exclaimed, “The gas station!” and tore out of the house again. Seriously? Charlie thought, then he sighed as he ambled his way back to his bully stick, halfheartedly resuming his nomming.

A few hours later, Charlie sat whining at the French doors. Daddy, where are you? thought Charlie as he pressed a paw against the window. A few hours after that: I can’t believe Daddy went to Gramma and Grampa’s wiffout me. I wanna sleep in the BIG bed! pouted Charlie as he pawed reluctantly at his doggy cushion.

The next morning, Charlie woke to the sound of his name being called from outside. He hopped up on the couch to see the neighbors in the front yard. I’m right here and I am ready for breakfast, pweeze! thought Charlie, but they ignored him and wandered down the street still calling for him. Time to take matters into my own paws, thought Charlie, and he started pawing and nosing at the French door. What have we here? he thought as the door began to edge open bit by bit. Hmmm, just one more push . . . and suddenly Charlie was free! But where was Daddy? Whatever, man. He owes me BIG time, thought Charlie as he lapped eagerly at his water bowl. He ran a perimeter check around the house, fought a half-hearted battle with Squeaky Squirrel, and settled back in the sun room with his bully stick.

       

Charlie was in the middle of an afternoon snooze when he woke with a start to the sound of the garage door creaking open. Daddy? Momma? Intruder? wondered Charlie as he waited warily in the sun room. Then Mommy walked in, quietly crying and murmuring Charlie’s name. Hi Mommy! It’s about time! Gimme cookie! thought Charlie happily, sitting up on his cushion as Mommy stumbled into the bedroom with her luggage. When Charlie leapt up from the bed to do a body shake, he heard his mommy go suddenly still. He stilled, too, looking around and wondering what she was listening for. Then he heard her crying again, gently calling his name like her heart had broken. Dude, I’m coming. You guys kept me waiting all night so take a chill pill, thought Charlie as he gave himself a brisk shake. He heard Mommy quiet again, and then gently, “Charlie?” I’m right here, Momma, thought Charlie, and he moseyed out of the sun room just as Mommy tentatively crept out of the bedroom, her eyes wide with cautious hope. Mommy and Charlie stood at looked at each other, Charlie’s tail wagging happily as he thought, Hi Mommy! Why you cwyin’?

Suddenly, Mommy was on the floor, scooping Charlie up in her arms, snuggling and crying and laughing all at the same time. “Charlie, Charlie, is it you? Is it really you?” Yes, it’s me, Mom, it’s me! and Charlie kissed her face all over. Don’t be sad, I missed you muches! Why you cwyin’? Charlie thought as he licked her teary face clean. Mommy quickly

got on the phone to call Daddy over at Gramma and Grampa’s house. “He’s here! He’s here!” was all Charlie could make out because she was crying all over again.

Mommy and Charlie danced happily together in the living room, then she went into the kitchen to gave Charlie the biggest chuck of cheese he’d ever been allowed to have all to himself. He looked up at her, wide-eyed in disbelief. Really? All for me? “Yes, all for you,” said Mommy, and she cried happily as Charlie nommed and nommed and nommed on his yummy cheese. When Charlie finished, Mommy scooped him up into her arms again, then quick as a blink, they were in the car heading over to Gramma and Grampa’s for another happy, cheesy reunion with Daddy.

Charlie Brown’s Big Adventure . . . According to Daddy

Charlie Brown and his daddy were looking forward to pawesome BOYS ONLY weekend. As soon as Mommy left Friday morning to teach in Traverse City, Charlie and Daddy looked at each other,

gave each other a big “high paws!” and got ready for a day at the office.

Charlie supervised while Daddy led the day’s meetings. The next day, they started all over again. After work, Daddy said, “We’re spending the night at Gramma and Grampa’s so we can keep an eye on the house while they’re out of town. That okay with you?” Charlie thought, Excellent idea, Pops. “But first,” said Daddy, “we gotta stop at our house.”

On the way to the house, Daddy stopped at the gas station to fill up. Suddenly, the earth shook! Bright, green lights shone down from high in the sky! Suddenly, Daddy was being teleported into a spaceship and the aliens, weenie-friendly as they were, beamed Charlie safe and sound to the house. And the aliens did horrible things to Daddy, like implant a laundry-folding chip into his head. It was horrible!

“ . . . And then the aliens brought me back and now we’re         

all together and safe and Charlie is here and all that matters is that we’re together again and healthy and happy and by the way have I told you lately how

beautiful you are let’s go look at jewelry! “

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                                 Meet Lloyd

              Hewwo fellow #DoxiePosse members , my name is Giuseppe and I would like to intwoduce yoo to my most favoritist toy in da world : Lloyd da Lamb.

              Mama brought Lloyd home one day fwom PetSmart to help mee soothe my teef because I was chewing evewything in da house and she got sick of it. When I first started to pway wif Lloyd I noticed he did not squeak but he snored instead so I thought “… gweat my new fwiend is Narcoleptic how boring..” Narcoleptic- yes! Boring – no!

Lloyd is my best fwiend and I never share him wif my #DoxiePosse brofur Gino. When my mama and dada go to work everyday ( to get money to buy me Milkbones ) me and Lloyd cause misschiff in da house and I have included some photos for you to see how silly Lloyd can be.

Lloyd’s Narcolepsy can really put a damper on playtime cuz he just falls asleep sumtimes in the middle of a game. But Lloyd also makes me feel betta when my teef is reddy to fall out or if I sad and I miss him when he needs to have baf in washing machine.

I happy yoo could all meet Lloyd today and I hopes you has a best fwiend as gweat as him too!

Me N Lloyd

Lloyds sneakers

Lloyds Golf clubs

MEEEEEEEEEEEE

DOXIE TAILS 10



Dr. J and Billy



ALL ABOUT BILLY

By Barbara @iambillysmom

I would like to tell you about Billy.

He is a BIG red standard dachshund, weighing in at a muscular 28 pounds. Billy just celebrated is ninth birthday.

He is blind in his right eye, has been since birth, but we just found out two years ago (his eye looks normal). He has massive paws, shorter ears than most and a tail that never stops wagging.

Billy joined our family at age 2 1/2 years. He started his life as a breeding/show dog. When he needed a forever home, it was our good fortune he came to us.

I could focus in on all of Billy's medical issues, of which there are many. In 2008 he ruptured a disc in his back and was paralyzed in his rear legs for 12 weeks. Thankfully he made a near 100% recovery.

In 2009, a serious paw infection almost took his life. After that we realized he had skin and food allergies, many idiosyncratic medication reactions and inflammatory bowel disease.

He has been through more tests than you can imagine. We have more questions than we have answers.

But, I would rather focus on this wonderful, highly spirited, good natured soul. Always tail wagging despite the pain and extreme itching. Always devoted, especially to me. Always there to offer comfort and love. Billy asks no questions but gives so much.

He can be quite a rascal at times. We have never been able to cure his obsession with chewing fabric: blankets, pillows, towels and his very favourite, polar fleece. Do not leave hats and gloves within reach unless you want him to shake them silly.

Billy has one very special gift. He has a unique ability to connect us with people. There are many instances of this I could cite but the following two are most meaningful.

His life threatening infection brought us to Dr. Jonathan Mitelman @vetstoronto. Not only have we found in Dr. Jonathan an exceptional veterinarian but we have found an amazing human being and a lifelong family friend.

Recently, Billy has opened the door to many connections with #doxieposse through twitter. It is so wonderful to share not only our love of dachshunds but many other interests as well.

Thank you Billy, you are one special dog.

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THING TWO

So, I told you about my sweet Thurmie and how he’s changed my life so much. He is such a joy! We just love everything about him! And guess what, he’s high-maintenance, just like me! Finally, someone who understands that life-style! We both don’t like to get dirty (Thurmie won’t go outside if it’s rainy or snowy unless I’m standing over him with an umbrella or by the door with a towel!), and we both have to be clean after meals! I have my polar opposite with my boyfriend, but I have my mirror image with my Thurmie! Life is good!

Along comes the opportunity to get another puppy when Thurman is 6 months old. Our vet found a pregnant Chihuahua mix running around in a ditch, and she delivers 4 puppies; 3 girls and 1 boy. I ponder the idea, but start to think that there is no way I could possibly take any of the love I give to my Thurmie and give it to another puppy. I just love my Thurmie so much! However, my son works on me. He says he’ll take care of it. (My son is 16 at the time, in high school and heavy into sports.) My boyfriend and I explain to him how hard it is to take care of and train a puppy. He insists he’ll do it. So, we cave and bring home Thing 2. We will call Thing 2: Brian.

We introduce Thurmie to Brian, and it’s instant bonding. Tails are in complete jet propeller mode, and running and jumping ensues! It’s adorable! You can tell these two are going to be the best of buds. We set up the crate in my son’s room and little Brian goes in without any hesitation and settles down for the night. Thurmie is plum exhausted and plops in bed with me! In the middle of the night, Thurmie wakes me up and tells me that Brian is whining downstairs. I tell him that we have to let Cody (my son) take care of it because it’s his dog. Thurmie doesn’t know how to take that and goes and checks on little Brian. The whining stops, but when Thurmie leaves, it starts again. I wake Cody up and tell him he needs to take his dog out. He grumbles, does it, and then goes back to bed.

Silence.

Morning comes, and I go downstairs with Thurmie to check on Brian. I find Brian snuggled up to Cody’s face by his pillow in his bed. He jumps up and runs to me at the foot of the bed with that little tail just a waggin’! I do notice that there were a couple of accidents at the foot of the bed, so I wake Cody up. Naturally, it was pure exhaustion having to wake up in the middle of the night, once, and take the dog out. He grunts, turns over, and goes back to sleep. Little Brian is still at the foot of the bed wondering where his brofur is. I pick him up, he hypnotizes me with that "puppy breath" and that was all it took for me, again!

Brian is far more laid back than my Thurmie. Doesn’t really seem to have a care in the world. (Other than sticks, bugs and bully sticks!) Oh, and his Daddy, my boyfriend. Brian is so attached to his Daddy! My boyfriend and him are the bestest of buds and hang out all the time! He seems to listen to his Daddy a lot better than he listens to me! But, I know he still loves me. When it’s bed time, he comes right to his Mommy, plops down in between my legs, and doesn’t move. There are a lot times that I will wake up in the morning, and he is laying right beside me, facing me, most of the time with his little paw on my face. I’m being serious right now, too! It’s the greatest feeling, to wake up to him facing me. "Mommy, it’s time to get up! Thank you for letting me sleep with you because I love you so much!"

I didn’t think it was possible to love another puppy the way I love Thurmie, but I do. Thurman and Brian are my sweet angel babies and I thank God every day for allowing them to come into my life. As I said with Thurman, they have made me a much better person. I can’t imagine my life without them, and the wonderful world they have brought me into. And to see the bond that Thurman and Brian share is a beautiful site as well. They are inseparable; always do what the other does; always together. Whenever we have to go to the vet for one or the other, they go together. It is so beautiful to know that not only is there a human/animal bond, but an animal/animal bond, too.

Devri

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Barney Fife and Abigail are my two sweet pups.  They are loving companions, and the best of friends.

Barney Fife is 14 years old.  He is a red standard smooth Dachshund.  He was a rescue dog;  his first owners decided that they were not ready for an active puppy, and I adopted him at the age of 1.  He is a very sweet boy.  He gives hugs and loves to cuddle.  He has been through surgery for anal sac cancer (he is over 2 years cancer-free now!) and the loss of two sister-pups who were puppy mill rescues.  Nothing has changed his enthusiasm for life, his sweet nature, and his love of playing.

Abigail (Abby) is almost 2.  She came to live with us last summer.  She is a Dachshund/Jack Russell mix, with the best traits of both breeds.  She was a rescue who was found as a stray in a shopping center parking lot.  A wonderful rescue group saved her life.  Abby has a very cheerful, happy personality - I call her my "little ray of sunshine."  She loves people (including children), dogs, cats, and even a pet bunny that she met.

Barney and Abby got along great from the moment they met.  They enjoy snuggling, grooming each other, and playing together (they both love toys!).   I feel so fortunate to have them both, and feel they are also blessed to have each other.

Trish @birdhousebooks

JUST A DOG

Just A Dog

"It’s just a dog."
You’ve heard it said before.
I’d like to point out some reasons this isn’t true,
some reasons you won’t be able to ignore.

When I wake up to a face full of licks from my dog,

it’s a great start to the day!
If you feel yours is "just a dog" and you don’t get any,
you’re going about it all the wrong way.

If my day goes good, and I need to share my excitement,

I can go to my dog and share my happiness.
If you feel yours is "just a dog" and don’t want to share it with them,
then you are missing a unique form of bliss.

If my day goes bad, and I just need a hug,

I can go to my dog and get one without hesitation.
If you feel yours is "just a dog" and you don’t get that hug,
to some, that can be pure devastation.

When I go to work, I have to leave my dogs behind.

I wonder what they are doing. I wish I could see.
If you feel yours is "just a dog", then it doesn’t matter to you
that they are home waiting for you, lonely.

When I come home from work, there is pure chaos!

My dogs are happy I’m home! They are jumping for joy!
If yours is "just a dog" then you’ll just go home
and pass by them with a simple "Hey boy."

The love my dogs give me, is one I’ve never felt.

It is unconditional, pure and faithful.
If you feel yours is "just a dog",
I bet inside you are pretty miserable.

I hope these few reasons can make you realize

that our dogs are Heaven sent. Can you understand?
If you STILL feel yours is "just a dog",
then I say: you are "just a human."
　

Love,

Devri

DOXIEPOOEYBLUES

<guitar strums>

I got the Doxie Diarrhea blues.....Mama needs new shoes... Chorus of boos....Runny doo-doos....my floors are their loos....

I kno's tho's blues, have had them too's, need doggy loo's, or a cork up the kaboose.

Freddie and Billie have had them tooooo. Arrrrooooo. The Doxie pooooey blues

Got the doxiepooeyblues, hows about yoos, not much you can do's, when you got the doxiepooeyblues

by:
@dreamrescue
@longdoglover

@fritziethedoxie