Hey wait, that's not a Dachshund photo bomb
Please pardon our absence as our Dad's Dad, our Dachshund Grandpaw so to speak, has passed away, and was laid to rest this past week. This really puts a damper on our Dachtober 2012 festivities. We searched and searched for some photos of him with us to post here, or with Maggie, and nothing was to be found. So make sure you get those cameras out right now because you never know when it's all going to be over. It's been a trying week or so. We loved him very much and miss him every single waking moment. He was a wonderful man, husband, and father.
Here he is in 1956 when he was about 18 or 19 with his mom in St. Louis, Missouri. We really love this crazy old photo. The doggie photo bomb is courtesy of a handsome guy named 'Inky' - apparently doggie photobombing is not a new phenomenon!
Dad always got along well with Joey and Maggie, although they were a little afraid of him when he would come marching through the house, clunking those heavy cowboy boots that made such a racket. Rowdy on the other hand, who lives for chaos, worshipped those noisy cowboy boots.
We'll be back in a few days.
Yours in Dachshund Love,
Joey and Rowdy....