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Wirehair Wednesday: RAT Edition!

It's Wednesday, May 1, 2013, and you're tuned in to www.dachshundlove.blogspot.com and that can mean only one thing:  It's Wirehair Wednesday!  And boy do we have a good one for you this week:  it's the RAT EDITION!  There was a similar story and video last fall, Dachshunds On Rat Patrol in NYC, but this time it's been picked up by the Associated Press.  Good Dogs!

NEW YORK—Bodies tensed and noses twitching, the dogs sniff the hunting ground before them: a lower Manhattan alley, grimy, dim and perfect for rats. With a terse command — “Now!” — the chase is on.

Circling, bounding over and pawing at a mound of garbage bags, the dogs quickly have rodents on the run.

“Come on ... I mean, ‘tally ho!’ says one of their owners, Susan Friedenberg. In a whirl of barks, pants and wagging tails, dogs tunnel among the bags and bolt down the alley as their quarry tries to scurry away.
On a couple of recent nights, an eclectic group of ratters converged on an alley near City Hall about an hour after sunset. The lineups included two border terriers; a wire-haired dachshund; a Jack Russell terrier/Australian cattle dog mix; a Patterdale terrier, an intense, no-nonsense breed that’s uncommon in this country; and a feist, a type of dog developed in the American South to tree squirrels.   Read more at The Star.

A Wire Haired Dachshund named Vina, owned by Trudy Kawami of New York, carries a rat after catching it in a lower Manhattan alley in New York, April 26, 2013. The capture is part of a rat hunt a group of dog owners take part in occasionally. Craig Ruttle / AP

RELATED: Ozzie The Rat Catcher

Saying Goodbye To Bubba, A Dachshund Legend

Thanks so very much to our pals 'Sophie' and 'Oliver' for writing in of the passing of a true Dachshund Legend:  'Bubba' the Mole Hunting Dachshund, who hailed from Fremont, Nebraska. They write:

Dear Joey and Rowdy,

This was on the front page of our Fremont Tribune today.  We know you've featured this mole-hunting wizard before and would like to know that he has passed on at the age of 13.

Awww...., our hearts sure go out to Bubba's family and friends.  Here's an excerpt from the article:

If moles had the ability to understand the news, they might be breathing a collective sigh of relief.
But this is a sad time for Fremonters Dale and Betty Reandeau and others who loved Bubba.
The Reandeaus’ miniature dachshund — estimated to have rid Ridge Cemetery of more than 600 moles throughout the years — died Saturday. He was 13.
The little dog had been ill before his death. Bubba had Cushing’s disease and pancreatitis, Dale Reandeau said.
Bubba’s mole-hunting efforts had diminished in recent times.
“He got 16 this year and then he just quit,” Reandeau said. “He didn’t want to go to the cemetery any more. He didn’t want to walk. All he wanted to do was eat, lie on the couch and sleep.”
Bubba’s mole-hunting endeavors began years ago while the Reandeaus took him on walks in the cemetery. Before that, moles were a headache for then-cemetery sexton Jim Clarke.
Almost like a second career, Bubba became a lean, mean mole-hunting machine.
“He’d walked there (in the cemetery) almost forever and then all of a sudden, that was his job — to get those moles,” Clarke said. “He could hear them. They’d be 100 feet away and he’d go get them. He did a big service for us. He kept those moles under control for a lot of years.”
Clarke estimates the dog killed about 100 moles a year and Bubba became a celebrity of sorts. The Reandeaus got comments from people in other parts of the state after The Associated Press picked up a Fremont Tribune story about the dog.
“Bubba became even more beloved by Fremont citizens, because he was part of the cemetery historical tours. His owners would bring him and tell his story,” said Cherrie Clarke, cemetery historian.
The Reandeaus will miss their pet. Dale, 80, doesn’t know if they’ll get another. At first, Betty said “no more dogs.” He’s hoping she’ll reconsider.
“Maybe next spring we’ll get another dog. I hope so,” he said.
In the meantime, the Reandeaus and others are remembering the perky pup.
“He was a wonderful dog,” Reandeau said. “I don’t know that we’ll get another one like him.”

Rest in Peace little guy.  Read more of this story at the Fremont Tribune. 


Related:  July 23, 2008:  The Working Dachshund: Bubba's on Mole Patrol at the Local Cemetery

Related:  Sept 2, 2009:  Mole Patrol: Bubba Breaks His Record 

Related:  Oct 1, 2010:  Holy Moly - Bubba Sets Another Mole-Hunting Record!

Dachshunds On Rat Patrol in NYC

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A group of New Yorkers bring their dogs out each Friday night to do weekly battle against the scourge of rats. WNBC's Marc Santia reports. Source.  Thanks so much to our good pal 'Geneva' for writing in:

Dear Joey and Rowdy,

Check out this cool news story about dogs on rat patrol. Wait till you see how many of them are Dachshunds!


RELATED:  Ozzie The Rat Catcher

The Costco Dachshund Connection

Thanks to Liz S. for sending in the link to the October, 2012 edition of Costco Connection magazine where they discuss the benefits of bringing your dog to work with you.  Liz pens:  "If you are going to have a dog at the office, it needs to be a  Dachshund.  Well behaved and doxies...well, that's another story."  The article notes:

Wirehair Wednesday: Who You Gonna Call?

Pauline Eggers holds her dog Braylee, after the wirehaired Dachshund found a coyote skin she had put out for demonstration purposes.

You're a hunter.  You live near Syracuse, New York.  You've wounded a deer and can't seem to find it.  Who you gonna call?  Braylee, that's who!   Excerpt from syracuse.com:

When Paulene Eggers takes her dog, Braylee, for a walk in the woods this time of year they’re usually on a mission.
Eggers, a Syracuse Police officer of 25 years, recently joined a non-profit organization called Deer Search, Inc., which is a volunteer group that uses tracking dogs to find wounded game during the hunting season.
"I’m absolutely addicted," Eggers said. "It’s challenging and rewarding and sometimes you’ll get a young person who’s just started off hunting, and then they’re just thrilled to death when you find the deer for them."
Eggers interest in tracking wounded game began in 2009 when a friend gave her a 11-week-old, wirehaired dachshund for Christmas, which she named Braylee. The dogs, originally bred in Germany, are great tracking dogs. She also received a book written by John Jeanneney called "Tracking Dogs for Finding Wounded Deer."
Eggers read the book and used it to train Braylee. Last spring, she attended a Deer Search competition in Campbell, N.Y. and became so enthralled with the group she joined soon after. She then set about getting Braylee certified as a tracking dog.
"It is an extremely challenging course for certification," Eggers said. "It’s an 1,000-yard course with three, 90-degree turns and the deer blood has been laid out 24 hours in advance, but she did fantastic."

Read more about Braylee and tracking dogs at syracuse.com.

Wirehair Wednesday: Tracking Deer With City Boy Zeus!

Just because you live in the city doesn't mean you still can't track deer in your spare time - and this handsome wirehaired boy named 'Zeus' is a perfect example.  Zeus lives in a condominium in downtown Columbus, Ohio, with his human Patrick McCaffrey Jr., a busy lawyer.  But they love to spend their free time helping fellow hunters find their wounded game - for free!  Excerpt from The Columbus Dispatch:

He shares a name with a Greek god, but — with his short legs, big nose and hairy back — is easily underestimated.
“Most people laugh when they see him — until he gets out in the woods,” said McCaffrey, an outdoorsman, 51, who spends more time these days helping fellow hunters than bringing down game himself.
“He gets a whiff of blood, and he’s a wolf. The blood tells him there’s an animal out there that he needs to hunt down.”
This time of year, Zeus is the cat’s meow for dozens of hunters who have shot a deer but can’t close the deal.
Zeus finds the deer about 30 percent of the time — sometimes dead, sometimes alive, McCaffrey said.
The dog’s small stature proves to be an asset: His nose stays close to the ground, and he is easier to control on a leash — which the state requires for tracking dogs.

Read more about Zeus and his adventures, and see another photo at The Columbus Dispatch.

Did You Get Taken To Work?

Last Friday was the 13th Annual Take Your Dog To Work Day, as established by Pet Sitters International to celebrate what great companions dogs make.  Handsome 'Hans,' seen here, was one of the the lucky Dachshunds who got to go to work with his Dad, Gerald Schulz of Grosse Pointe, Michigan. 
Like all good Dads, we see that Mr. Schulz has a Dachshund calendar on his wall to remind him of his Hans on all those other days when he's sitting at home, just waiting for his Dad's return from work.  Source.

Ozzie The Rat Catcher

Heroic red smooth 'Ozzie' helps keep Pike Street vermin free so ten million visitors a year can enjoy Pike Place Market in Seattle, Washington.  Photo via Care2, originally from the City of Seattle.
Go Ozzie!

Related:  Holy Moly - Bubba Sets Another Mole-Hunting Record!

Executive Dachshund

Having evolved from hunting badgers to best friend and companion, 2010 finds the lovable Dachshund entering the workforce so their lazy humans can stay home and play on facebook all day.  Above, 5-year-old 'Trot' sets up shop behind a desk at McNamara Financial Services in Marshfield, Massachusetts.
Welcome to the jungle Trot.  Source.

Those Special Dachshunds: Meet Roxie, Security Doxie

Ain't nothin' gonna get past a Dachshund, much less a beautiful gal on the job like red smooth 'Roxie,' "Security Doxie."  Thanks so much to Roxie for writing in!  She writes:

Hi Joey and Maggie!

My mom LOVES your site! She goes to it everyday to see all of the Doxie posts, and, we were all worried about you, Joey, but really glad to hear you are on the mend! a bow-wow to that.

I was lucky to go to work with her recently. Isn't it nice that her work has a "Doggie Day"? Well, this was my turn to get to go with her (yea!). My brother, Coco Beane got to stay at home and snooze. Anyways, she had to do some makeup styling for a video shoot at work so I got to tag along with her. Boy, she kept telling me what a good girl I was being and I was. Between takes, she had to sit in one of the shots so the guys could adjust the lighting, well, before you knew it, I was in her lap and then posing for the camera! She works in the creative department and one of her friends put me in a special ad just for me. I also forgot to tell you, she works for a video security company so I guess you could say that I was Top Security Dog for the day!

love,
Roxie Lou, Coco Beane & Auntie Annie Em (mom)



We can't quit smiling.

Holy Moly - Bubba Sets Another Mole-Hunting Record!

Our favorite mole exterminator, 'Bubba,' who hails from Fremont, Nebraska, is still on the case - perfecting his craft to break his own record year after year.  Now at 11-years-old, it's obvious that age is not slowing him down - he's killed 89 moles this year!  Excerpt from the Fremont Tribune:

Another year, another record for Bubba.
Bubba, a miniature dachshund owned by Dale and Betty Reandeau, has killed 89 moles so far this year at Ridge Cemetery in Fremont, one more than his previous high of 88 set last year.
"He's trying to keep the mole population down," Dale Reandeau said.
Bubba is going to the cemetery twice a day for walks - and a little mole hunting.
"He's a big hunter," Reandeau said.
Bubba's work helps keep the cemetery grounds looking nicer since moles kill grass and make the ground lumpy.
Bubba has even branched his service out to other areas. Reandeau said Bubba is taking his mole-hunting skills to Davenport Park.

Related:  2009:  Mole Patrol:  Bubba Breaks His Record

Related:  2008:  The Working Dachshund:  Bubba's on Mole Patrol at the Local Cemetery

The Working Dog: Diggy The Coolest Hunting Little Dachshund

Thank Dog It's Friday, and in honor of our four-legged friends who actually work for their supper, meet 'Diggy,' the hunting Dachshund.  Too bad about some of the expletives in the video, and it might be a little squeamish for some folks, but this is what hound dogs do afterall. 
Via youtuber Birdsfearme, who notes:  This is Diggy a Red Short Hair Dachshund hunting Chukar on EGA a private game bird perserve in Southern Californis on March 2010. Diggy was discovered at the local feed store and was to be a house dog for Andies wife the care taker of EGA but after hanging out with Andy he picked up the hunting skills of his working dogs and soon became more skilled than the other dogs that Andy start letting Diggy do the heavy lifting. Now if he could only retrieve waterfowl!!!

Wirehair Wednesday: Nine Puppies Born-To-Track

Photo:  born-to-track puppy journal

If you can stand seeing anything so cute, get ready to meet 'Keena' and her 9 (NINE!) little puppies, which were born last Saturday.  Thanks so much to Jean Siska for sending in the link.  She writes:  

Dear Joey and Maggie,

There’s a new batch of pups to follow at born-to-track puppies.

Their one day old video is up now! Too cute! 
 
 
(Don't miss that video!)

Field and Stream Dachshund

We got ourselves a Huntin' Dog!  This is smooth chocolate dappled 'Dexter.'  He was just featured in a photo caption contest by a blogger over at Field and Stream, "the world's leading outdoor website."  Here's an excerpt:

It’s time to announce the winner of our latest caption contest, and what a contest it was. First off, many thanks to Dexter the Dachshund for actually retrieving the bumper [retrieving training tool] during our quasi-photo shoot. Who would have thought?
And big thumbs up to the gang at Zink Calls for our prize: a great Power Hen 2 duck call ($125).

The winning caption was Dotcomaphobe. Drum roll, please…
Oh, yeah? I've seen you shoot. If you can call yourself a hunter, I can call myself a gun dog.

Read all the entries at Field and Stream.

Meet Carmen: One Hot Dachshund

Congratulations to this little 3-year-old wirehaired beauty known as 'Carmen,' and her human John Merriman, of Ocean Grove, New Jersey.  Last week, Carmen took the top field trial title in the nation for the second straight year at the Buckeye US/Canadian National Field Trial in Chico, California.  Excerpt from NJ.com:

Besides amassing tons of titles, the 3-year-old has her own followers in the Dachshund Club of America newsletter, where she has an advice column. Carmen’s owner is also a writer, appearing in several books, including "Dogs ‘n Stuff" by J. Francis Bradley. His story of "The Little Red Ball," appearing in "Dachshund, a Smart Owner’s Guide" by Ingrid Schwartz, has been widely circulated and is about Merriman’s special relationships with friends and their dogs. It should be read with tissues handy.
Carmen is a "dual champion," having won conformation titles at Westminster and the National Dog Show. She’s already collared more than 20 major titles in her three short years. This is one "hot dog."

Read all about this special girl at NJ.com.

Digby Goes Quail Hunting

Meet 'Digby,' the handsome red smooth working Dachshund who hails near Hesperia, California.  Digby is seen here retrieving a quail on Tuesday.  One hunter blogged about his hunting day, and notes about our hero:  The surprise guest was Digby, the mighty Dachshund that belongs to the club manager. He is a fierce hunter and determined retriever. The quail is about 1/4 his size. He even tries to drag pheasants in too. All heart!  If you enjoy hunting, read more at the Star Tribune.

Wiener Hunting Dog

Wiener Dog, you ready to go huntin'? Enjoy this super fun new Dachshund hunting video from Nature Reporter Richard Moore.

The Labor Day Dachshund

It's Labor Day, 2009, relax! Today we honor the Working Dachshund. Whether you work hard to keep your yard free of vermin, or to keep your home free from intruders, or just to keep your bowl free of kibble, this is your day to kick back, take it easy, and spend some time with your beloved family.
Specifically, today we celebrate the Dachshund who works hard to do what a Dachshund was originally bred for - to hunt.
Below is prose and poetry demonstrating the tenacity of a Dachshund named 'Verity.' The word verity dates from the 14th century and means 'the quality or state of being true or real, especially a fundamentally and inevitably true value.' What a proud name befitting the best quality of a loyal Dachshund.
This was originally written as a letter to the editor of England's Wire-Haired Dachshund Quarterly Newsletter, circa 1965:

You may have seen in the dog papers that we had lost a Miniature Wirehaired hunting coypu!
[The coypu is a water rodent.]
She was a little hunter from the tip of her nose to the last hair on her tail, but we did sometimes debate should we make her stay in more, because though size meant nothing to her, we worried in case she tackled something which would be too much for her. But hunting was her life, and I said if she could speak she would say "Let me take my chance."
Well, the day came. After going over the evidence, it seems pretty clear she tackled one - or more - coypu. and paid with her life. The following day two of our other girls proudly presented me, one with a coypu as big as a kitten, the other, one as big as little Verity herself...I think Verity must have either tackled a big one, or found a nest and been attacked by the parents.
We both felt very badly about it, but somehow I had the feeling that little Verity would say "It was worth it!"
Thinking about her, these lines started going through my mind, and I jotted them down...a small tribute to a very gallant little lass.

Verity's Creed
by Dorothy Barnish

I am a hunter, let me go free,
The hearthrug is no place for me.
Oh, there's warmth inside, and comfort too,
A ball to chase, a bone to chew, but -
I am a hunter, t'would be death to me.

I am a hunter, let me go free,
In the sun, wind and rain, moving silently,
Learning a message from the breeze, the rustle of grass,
The sigh of the trees as I silently pass,
I am a hunter, this is life to me.

I am a hunter, let me go free,
By hole and burrow waiting patiently,
I track the mole in his underground lair,
I start a rabbit, or maybe a hare,
I am a hunter, this is life to me.

I am a hunter, let me go free,
The Coypu's claws hold not fear for me.
On the mean-faced rat I wait to pounce,
The wicked weasel, the timorous mouse.
I am a hunter, this is life to me.

I am a hunter, let me go free,
Indoors has no joy for me.
I know the flailing wing, the murderous beak
Of the mother wild duck as her brood I seek.
I am a hunter, this is life to me.

I am a hunter, let me go free,
Seek not to hold or restrain me.
I know as my prey I silently track
Death can also stand at my back, but -
I am a hunter, this is life to me.

I am a hunter, let me go free.
What if I hold my life in fee,
Weep not if I fall in my strength and my pride,
The life-draining teeth sunk deep in my side.
Rejoice! I was a hunter, and lived ere I died!

Image source: very early 1900s postcard

Mole Patrol: Bubba Breaks His Record

We're hoping that you remember 10-year-old 'Bubba,' the red shaded smooth who loves to hunt moles at the cemetery. We first featured Bubba last year in a fun little post: The Working Dachshund: Bubba's on Mole Patrol at the Local Cemetery. We're excited to report that the Nebraska Dachshund keeps on digging, and has broken his own record for number of moles...uhmmm...exterminated in a year. That's right - he's at 74 moles so far this year, breaking his record of 73 last year. Holy Moly! That's a lotta moles! Excerpt from the Fremont Tribune:

“He actually hears them,” cemetery sexton Jim Clarke said. “His ears perk up and his tail starts wagging and he runs and digs them up. He’ll hear them from 100 feet away.”
Never straying far from his human Betty Reandeau, little Bubba flashes a doggy smile while waddling along the cemetery’s cement paths. With head held high, he almost seems to gallop as he makes his rounds.
Suddenly, he stops, listens, sniffs the air and then nose-dives into a mole hole. Taking matters into his own paws, he digs furiously.
A mole doesn’t have much of a chance against Bubba, who chomps it in the middle then tosses the dead animal over his back.

Read all about Bubba at the Fremont Tribune.