Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
On the first day, God created the dachshund and He saw that he was good.
On the second day, God created man, and well, God was not impressed.
On the third day, God and the dachshund met to decide what to do with the man and they determined he should be the dachshunds servant.
On the fourth day, God and the dachshund trained the man to get food, get water and to make a fuss over the dachshund.
On the fifth day, the dachshund said to God, "Hey, Big Guy, this is kind of fun to be waited on foot and foot, but what's next? " So God created woman. That same day, God and the dachshund began the woman's training.
She was trained to tell the man exactly when to get water and when exactly to get food so that God and the dachshund would not have to be bothered.
On the sixth day, the woman found some apples and told the man to take them to the dachshund. The dachshund, on seeing the apples said, "Hey! Those are God's apples off His tree, we are not supposed to eat them!"
The man said, "OK, I will eat them my self!" And he did and shared them with the woman. Well, God got pretty ticked and He threw the man and woman out of the area. And God was left alone with the dachshund.
On the seventh day, God thought about taking a rest, but the dachshund was hungry and thirsty and God had to get up early to take care of the dachshund because the man and the woman were gone.
Once God got used to getting up really early to tend to dachshunds needs, things settled into a sort of routine. God would get up, dig the dachshund out of its warm burrow in the clouds and take the dachshund to an area to take care of business. This is where hail comes from.
Later, God would find the dachshund food and feed it from His own hand and give the dachshund over to the angels with which to play. The dachshund would race back and forth over the clouds with the angels in tow, racing here and there and tearing up the sky. This is where tornadoes come from; from dachshunds running back and forth over the tops of the clouds.
In the evening, after the dachshund was really tired after playing with the angels, God would take it back into His bed, burrowed in the clouds.
But the dachshund always wanted a night light on. This is where sunsets come from; the dachshund night light.
And God has been looking after little dachshunds ever since.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Each night she's on the balcony
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Excerpts: To see dogs casually moving among dancers with the confident assurance of superstars, you must visit ABT's headquarters on lower Broadway. At presstime, the dancers and the staff owned 24 dogs, and it's not unusual to find half a dozen or so patrolling the corridors or monitoring classes with an aplomb only those at the center of attention possess.
Principal Marcelo Gomes's three-year-old dachshund, Lua, may occasionally bark in time to the class pianist but is generally content to wait until her master is free and can gather her up in his arms. "I try to speak to her only in English," Gomes says (instead of the Portugese of his native Brazil). "If I knew any German, I might try that." Photo by Katsuyoshi Tanaka.
Dancers visiting massage therapist Olinda Cedeno can expect a tongue facial from her brindle dachshund, Jimi! Photo by Jerry Ruotolo.
Monday, June 25, 2007
By Rachael Mason, Excerpt from the Gwinnett Daily Post: In many ways, Rocky, a black-and-brown dachshund, is a lot like any other friendly little dog. He’s eager to check out new people, often sniffing and licking them in greeting. He enjoys going outside. He plays fetch with a small blue ball and loves getting treats of sliced turkey.
But no matter how good he’s feeling, Rocky, 6, never wags his tail. In fact, he’s not able to move the back half of his body at all.
Read the rest.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Old-style dachshund according to wikipedia. Rothschild Zoological Museum, Tring, England.
This looks to be a picture of the exact same dachshund on an old cigar band.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Here's a picture you don't see very often!
Excerpt from The Bellingham Herald: While walking the shore, Mike Bezona, 49, found a seven-day-old female harbor seal alone on the beach near his Lummi Shore Road home. Concerned it had been abandoned, Bezona brought the seal to his house. Rudy, Bezona's one-year-old dachshund, appeared protective of the pup, sniffing and licking it, even letting the seal bite its hind leg.
Excerpt from a follow-up story: If you see a baby harbor seal alone on a Whatcom County beach, don’t assume it’s been abandoned and needs rescue.
Its mother simply may be out foraging, and hauling the pup away actually does more harm than help, said wildlife and marine officials.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
TINY dachshund Jimmy Choo is a dad after mating with a huge ROTTWEILER.
Jimmy really scaled the heights of passion to get giant mutt Helga pregnant.
Owners Alan and Louise Crowshaw had assumed a male rottweiler called Romeo was responsible — but were stunned when Helga’s six pups looked just like 11-month-old Jimmy.
Alan, 29, of Fleetwood, Lancs, said: “We let Jimmy sleep with Helga as we thought it was impossible for them.
"Obviously he had other ideas.”
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The dachshund and doberman were well behaved throughout the 75-minute service, barking only three times, once to the Tchaikovsky waltz.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
I'm trying to keep 'The Long and Short of it All' ad free, but Eukanuba put together this 5 minute clip on dachshunds. It ends up being an advertisement for their dachshund formula. I'm personally not a big fan of Eukanuba food, my doxies have eaten a raw diet or BARF (bones and raw food) since they were 10 weeks old, for 6.5 years now.
Regardless, the clip is put together well, and there are pretty doxies to admire, and crazy dachshund people to smile at.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
He slides up to the bar and announces: "I'm lookin' for the man who shot my paw."
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
A Harris Poll, released January 2011, placed Wayne third among America's favorite film stars, the only deceased star on the list and the only one who has appeared on the poll every year since it first began in 1994.
In 1999, the American Film Institute named Wayne 13th among the Greatest Male Stars of All Time. Source.
And oh yeah, he was a Dachshund Lover. Here, The Duke relaxes with his boy 'Charlie,' his manly, apparently unneutered smooth black and tan. "Talk low, talk slow, and don't say too much."
Don't mess with The Duke, Pilgrim.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
A recent addition to the Lexington Fire Department is being credited with saving the life of a dog. Rooney, an 8 to 10 year-old, tan dachshund was pulled from his home on Mc Connell Trace Blvd. early Wednesday morning suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning. A new plastic nose cup recently donated by the Lexington Kennel Club helped firefighters give Rooney badly needed oxygen.
Rooney was taken to Kesmarc in Versailles where he was treated in the facility’s hyperbaric chamber for small animals. Dr. Mindy Johnson tells Action News 36, the initial treatment of oxygen Rooney received with the special dog nose cup was essential to his recovery. Rooney will receive another hyperbaric treatment Wednesday night and a third one Thursday morning, but Dr. Johnson says the dachshund should make a full recovery.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Interview With a Dachshund
Born in the Ukraine, “Poochinski” was raised in Hamburg, Germany, and came to Savannah in 2002. He claims to be a four-time champion from 1995 to 1999 in Austria’s 28km Dachshund Drag Race. Poochinski retired from the world of professional Wiener Sports shortly before arriving in the Coastal Empire.
Known in Europe as the “Kosher Krusher,” Poochinski has not raced locally. He says prodding by friends and neighbors has convinced him to return to the race course.
Connect Savannah: Why did you first walk away from Wiener Sports?
Poochinski: I’ll tell ya. At a certain point it gets boring being The King. You know what I’m sayin’? I mean, how many times can some hot chick ask you for your pawprint? Once the waiters at the fanciest dining halls across Europe start ushering you to the best table legs in the house, where can one go from there? America, that’s where! I thought I’d slow down the pace, rest on my laurels, and sign some lucrative spokescanine deals. Unfortunately I found out the hard way that in the “Land of The Free,” everybody’s just a little too busy to keep up with Continental Wiener Sports champions! Over here, I’m seen as less than an athlete and more like a circus freak. And who wants to eat the same cereal as a circus freak?
Connect Savannah: How did you end up in Savannah?
Poochinski: Like everybody else. I read that damn book and thought any place where a young hustler can get shot was a good enough place for me.
Connect Savannah: Who are your owners, and are they involved in Wiener Sports?
Connect Savannah: You say you’ve attended the Savannah races in the past, although you haven’t competed. How do they compare to the races in your, um, homeland?
Poochinski: Not to brag on myself, but if you wanna know the truth, I could probably win this race by falling asleep. Uh-huh.
Connect Savannah: You say you’re a four-time champion. How many other races have you competed in, and did you win any of them?
Poochinski: I played amateur for years before turning pro. I ran in five televised races. Look ‘em up on YouTube. I would have won all five, but they disqualified me for a doping thing that I don’t want to get into right now.
Connect Savannah: What do you do to prepare for a race?
Poochinski: Eat a lot of wheat germ and riboflavin. Sometimes I fantasize about the Powerpuff Girls.
Connect Savannah: How many hours a day do you train?
Poochinski: I’d have to say “a negligible amount.”
Connect Savannah: How did you get the nickname Kosher Krusher?
Poochinski: Well, even though I was born in the Ukraine, my mom was Welsh and my dad was Hungarian. Do you get what I’m layin’ down? Oh, yeah. Ounce for ounce. Where it counts.
Connect Savannah: What do you want the other contestants to know about you?
Poochinski: I’m there to win. I’ll destroy you. I’ll send you back home to cry in your little blankets. But it’s nothing personal. It’s what I do. It’s who I am. Poochinski, THE BEST.
Connect Savannah: Why do you want to destroy your opponents?
Poochinski: Americans deserve to get put in their place. They’re arrogant, ignorant, self-absorbed bullies. The dogs, I mean.
Connect Savannah: Why do you think you are “the best?”
Poochinski: Lady, if we weren’t talkin’ on the phone you wouldn’t have to ask me that.