The Vintage December Dachshund

Can I lend you a paw?


Calling All Girls, December, 1958

Retro Dachshund Fun

Everyone looked forward to The Shirey's Christmas Card each year.  Have you got yours all ready to go?


Original Dachshund Christmas Card by The Shireys, probably America, circa 1960. 

Vintage Dachshund "Fun"

Welcome Dachtober!  Stand strong little Dachshunds, it'll all be over soon enough.


Mid-century photo source unknown.

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Circa 1950.
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Vintage Dachshund Fun

LOOK AWAY

Mid-century photo source unknown.

Vintage Dachshund Musings

Another evening at the world headquarters of The Long and Short of it All. 


Early 1900's image by artist August Roeseler.  Via ArtOnCampus:

August Roeseler (1866-1934) was born in Hamburg in 1866, but spent most of his life in Munich, working as a fine artist, commercial artist, illustrator for books, magazines and postcards, and as a cartoonist. In addition to his work for the Hofbräuhaus, he did a booklet of Oktoberfest illustrations, and contributed to O Diese Dackel! (O These Dachshunds!) a book of images and verse published in1912. His artwork also appeared on beer steins made by Villeroy & Boch and Marzi & Remy.

 

Historical evidence of the Mothership landing.

Retro Dachshund Fun

We hope you had a great holiday weekend.  Now finish that coffee and get back to work.


Mid-century photo source unknown.

What Did Josh Duhamel Say?

After Cesar Millan the Dog Whisperer stopped by to offer advice to Josh Duhamel and Fergie with their Dachshund 'Zoe', Josh reportedly proclaimed:

“He show’s up and I swear to God, this guy’s got special skills. Our dog normally barks like crazy every time someone comes to the house. He walks in and Zoe runs right up to him (and just looks at him). He just walks right in the house.
“She loves her ball, he bounces the ball, she tries to go get it and play (he commands her to stop) and she stops. And it’s really kind of amazing the powers that this man has. I mean I was actually becoming a little submissive myself.”

Retro Dachshund Boast

Judge:  Mrs. Mary Nelson Stephenson    Handler:  George Gomes

A Sterling Son of a Sterling Stud!  OUR NEWEST CHAMPION:  None Such True Grit:  This outstanding puppy took only two months to finish with 3 Majors.  On the way he had a BOS over a Group-placing Special.  He is pictured finishing on the New England circuit at 11 months.
Congratulations to Ch Ventebe's Draht Timothy, his sire, owned by Peggy Westphal.  "Timmy" is a handsome dog with a remarkable record.
GRIT is already proven, and in view of his tender age, offered for Limited Use as a stud.  We hope he will follow proudly in his father's footsteps. 

MARK and EDITH DON DERO
599 East Main Road, Middletown, RI 02840


via the American Dachshund magazine, October, 1972

Vintage Dachshund Pride

Well, aren't you proud of your Dachshund?


Mid-century photo source unknown.

THE DACHSHUND

THE DACHSHUND

 

My funny features may abound,

Short legs, long body, low to ground,

But I'm about the perfect pal

For man or woman, boy or gal.

I'm gentle, very playful, kind.

I housebreak fast

'Cause I'm refined.

I'm smart but never sly or foxy,

No!  Don't underrate the Dachsie!

By John J. Kelly III
age 11

Via the American Dachshund magazine, October, 1972.  Unrelated Mid-Century photo source unknown.

Read more Dachshund Poetry

Retro Dachshund Fun

It's like visiting Grandma's house in the mid 1950's. 


Photo source unknown.

Vintage Dachshund Lovers

Well aren't you proud of your little 6-pack?


Mid-century photo source unknown.

Vintage Wirehair Wednesday: Seppel, the Dachshund 1935

Thanks to vimeoer Malcolm for sharing some great old footage of his grandparents with their beloved wirehair 'Seppel' at Jarflotta, Sweden, 1935.

NOT BAD, KONRAD

Up Pretty Boy

 

Mighty proud of Konrad the pup are Jack and Peggy Aldrich.  When Mrs. A. gave teletypist Jack the Dachshund for his birthday June 3, neither knew they would soon have a celebrity in the family.

Last week Konrad so impressed judges at the Clearwater Kennel Club's puppy show (an American Kennel Club sanctioned event) that he came home with a second place ribbon in his class.  This despite the only training he had was a few brief lessons in walking on a lead. 

Jack figures the dog would have taken first place if it had been schooled in show presentation.

 

News Release, source unknown, circa 1953. 

The Vintage January Dachshund

 

 

People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy. ~Dachshund Lover Anton Chekhov

 

Calling All Girls, January, 1961

To Greet You With A Happy New Year

This may be a dog-on way of expressing it, but I trust it will not incur your displeasure.

Best for 2013,
Joey and Rowdy,
The Long and Short of it All

What a perfect vintage postcard from around 1910. 

A Dachshund Christmas Yore

As the horrific events of the world come crashing down around you this holiday season, just stop.  Stop, relax, grab a long dog and invite them on your lap.  Caress them, fondle their ears, hug them, and read with them this Dachshund tale of a Christmas Yore:

He Should Have Known
By Bart Reedy

So, you thought your Christmas was a tough one?  Wait 'til you hear about mine!
It began early in the morning - much earlier than I am used to being disturbed.  But all of a sudden my two sisters and myself were pulled out of our warm bed and three pairs of hands started to brush us and wash our faces and clean our ears.  I even had two toenails clipped.
I should have known right then and there that this was the day our mother had been telling us about.  She kept saying we were all going to other homes.  In fact, she kind of gave me a complex about the whole thing.
Every so often she's let out a snide crack like, "I don't see why one of you couldn't have been beautiful like me.  Then you could have stayed here."  You see Mother never quite got over the fact that she won all kinds of prizes in some beauty contests.  There's a whole cabinet at the other end of the room filled with silver cups and dishes and things.  She won them all - or so she told us.
Well, it was pretty obvious that this was the big day.  I was put in a box that was awfully dark inside when they closed it.  However, it had a couple of holes punched in it so I could get some air.  I got air all right - it was plain drafty and for a long time after we got into the "wagon" I sat and shivered.  I know it was a "wagon" 'cause I heard that nice guy, Johnny, who used to feed me, say, "This old wagon needs a good going over.  I believe the battery is about shot."
After a while, I was lifted up in my box and the next thing I knew everything was bright around me.  Four persons were staring at me.  One was a man with a silly grin on his face.  One was a woman, who looked as if she had tears in her eyes.  Then there were these two kids - a girl with long golden pig tails and a smart aleck freckled-faced boy that I knew right away was going to give me a hard time.
The woman lifted me out of the box, held me against her shoulder and kissed me - yes, she actually kissed me.  Now, I don't go much for this sloppy stuff - so I started to wiggle.  Wouldn't you?  Next she handed me to the man, who gave me a playful pat on the rear end - only it wasn't very playful to me.  That guy has a mitt like a rock.
Next the little girl took me and somehow I got my left foot tangled in one of her pigtails and it took everybody to get it loose while she let out a long loud wail.  All the time that freckled-faced boy kept leering at me.
This pawing and squealing and loud talking seemed to go on forever.  Finally, one of them, I forget which one, put me down on the floor and I took off.  I ran to the nearest hiding place, which was in back of a big tree in the room.  Then you should have heard it!  Everybody was on their knees trying to coax me out.  But I had made up my mind.  This was a bunch of kooks!
Just when I was feeling safe, that freckled-faced kid lay on his belly, reached under the tree and grabbed me by the back of the neck.  I let out a yelp and that started the noise all over again till the lady said, "Stop, you're hurting the little darling.  Give him to me."
Would you believe it, this sort of thing went on for hours.  One of them put some milk in a dish and insisted that I drink it.  But I didn't want it.  Then they dipped my nose in it.  I honestly thought they were trying to drown me....and did I struggle!  At another point, that freckled-faced kid kept rolling a big ball at me and I kept running away from it.  What do you think he was trying to do?
Then, all of a sudden, someone decided to take me outside.  So the two kids put on some coats and hats and took me outside and stood me on the cold ground.  There I stood and shivered.  I was thinking, "What kind of a nuthouse did I get into?"  Well, whatever they wanted to happen didn't happen so after a while they took me back in the house.
I was no sooner inside when I had to go - you know - go.  So I looked around but I couldn't find any paper.  Now paper is a very necessary thing at a time like this.  But there was none.  So I just went.  If you think they were noisy before, you should have heard them this time.  I don't know what they were so upset about.  It certainly wasn't my fault if there wasn't any paper around.
Sometime later, they gave me a dish with some food in it.  I tasted it and it was pretty good stuff, so I ate some.  That started it again!  This time everybody was happy.  Boy, I'll never get used to this crowd.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot to tell you.  Early in the day someone asked what my name was and.....this you won't believe.....even I don't believe it.....the answer was Hector.  Imagine, Hector!  Well, I've got news for them.  If they think for one minute that I'm going to pay any attention to that freak name, they have another jolt coming.
I did manage to get through the day somehow but it wasn't easy....and boy, was I tired when they finally put me in a nice soft bed.....kinda like a basket....and everything got quiet.
I'll just bet they thought I would object to being alone....but I fooled them.  I was darned glad to be rid of them.  The last one that said goodnight was the freckled-faced kid.  He kinda jabbed me in the belly with a fat finger.  He and I are going to have a showdown one of these days....I can just tell it.
So you thought your Christmas was a rough one!  How would you like to be a 10-week-old Dachshund puppy?

END

This article was originally printed in The Reading Times, December 26, 1969, and then re-printed in the December, 1970 American Dachshund magazine, and now, typed out once more for the readers of The Long and Short of it All, December 15, 2012.  Vintage photo circa 1950-60, source unknown.

Got A Light?

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE, 6/22/66, SPRINGFIELD, ILL:  Should a gentleman offer a cigar to a lady?  This eight-month-old Dachshund named "Gretel" seems to think so as she waits patiently for a light.       UPI TELEPHOTO

Related:  Got A Light?

Retro Dachshund Holiday Greetings

From year to year we have sent to you

Pictures of the things we like to do.

 

A few interests in which we all participate

Scott's reptiles, you see, skiing and tennis -- all great!

 

Heidi, our "doxie" has been such a pet
She's long wanted to get in this act - you can bet!

 

Now that the holiday season is once again here

Our thoughts go to the family and friends we hold dear.

 

...the Merriest of Christmases!

...the Happiest of New Years!

 

The Grensteds

Arlyle, Lois, Dale, Scott, and Diane

Mid-Century Christmas Greeting Card Source Unknown.