Mirin Mom

It's hard to do anything other than hang with Newby when he looks at me this way.

Crazy Dachshund Lady

One of the best things about being the person owned by a dachshund is your friends have an easy way out when purchasing gifts for holidays and birthdays. Here are a few from December.

 (^^This one is so adorable..about the size of a nickel...and from Italy.)

Happy Birthday, Buddy-feller

Today would have been Milo's 10th birthday. The house is a lot more lonely without you.

Happy Birthday, Doh... We miss you.

Made, by Me

For the last year I've tried to find the perfect artwork for a blank space on my deck.... Nothing appealed.

So Newby and Dixie had a little sit down with me and said there is only one kind of artwork worthy of display anywhere...

Behold my freshly painted dachshund silhouette.

Sending Some Love

Reed, Dixie, Newby and I are sending lots of love to you all today...and especially some love to Miss Lily Belle.

:)

Gotcha Day (a few days late)

It's hard to believe three years ago this little guy came into our lives. I'm busy trying to get one not so little guy into his first year of college, and I missed celebrating Blogville style with Newby.

But he doesn't seem to mind as long add extra snuggles come his way.

I Got in Trouble

I don't know if you can tell from this post but Miss Dixie is quite upset that after such a long hiatus that Newby was featured in the first return post. She has chewed me out and made me promise first dibs on any grilled chicken falling from the counter.

Who knew she'd be such a diva??

Hello, Blogville!!!
Hugs and Kisses,
Miss Dixie

Hi

Newby wanted to say Hi to everyone in Blogville.

My Heart is Broken

You see Milo AB Off the Radar (aka Mr. Velvet Ears, Dohcephus, Dohregard, (I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way) My-Doh (My-Doh, My-Doh, talkin' bout My-Doh oooooh) became sick Wednesday. Vet visits, iv's, pain meds, x-rays, staying up with him night after night…. nothing worked. By today at noon he was dead of renal failure.

I know many people will think this is silly, but you all know how we feel... to us our dogs are our other children…. our family. We had him eight days shy of 10 years and 9 months. We got him when he was 8 weeks old and weighed a whopping 800 grams. Right now all I want to do is sit and cry, just like I have since he died in my arms at 12:25 pm.

Mark and Reed built him a coffin this afternoon. We've all been digging up his grave spot at the back of the property where he loved to go (and we hated him to go bc he was hardheaded and wouldn't come back when we'd yell because there was always one more squirrel to chase or chipmunk to run to ground). He was the smartest dog I've known… and stubbornness and diva-like in his demeanor… but he was my baby. 

Today was awful. Today my heart broke off a big portion and it is buried in the ground where I will never get it back. Today the Rainbow Bridge has another playmate. Run Fast and Free, My Love.

 

No Firemen Were Necessary....

Keep Lily's and Muffn's mom, Kim, and Grandpa Bob in your prayers. They figured out he is having complex parietal seizures and now they have found another oddity with his heart. I know she is worried sick, their family, too, and she needs a bit of love and prayers.

And now for something a little funny.... Reed's cat (totally another long story for another day...) was treed by the dogs. They can't tree a squirrel, but they can tree a cat. Who knew?

So Many Emotions and Such a Need for Peace

We are thinking about what Lily's and Muffn's mom, Kim, is going through with Grandpa Bob. All those feelings and worries that keep her up at night, the uncertainty of the future, and the pressure it puts on her whole family. We are keeping her, and all of you, in our prayers.

2014 is not getting off to a good start for many of us. Many are without jobs, many have health issues or family with issues, money seems to be a big problem with everyone right now, and just so much stress.  Seems the need for a positive thought and a good prayers are increasing every single day.

So I'm sending everyone my good thoughts and prayers right now. I hope that you can feel this virtual hug from our little family to yours, and you can find, like Newby often does, a measure of peace so you can rest.

When you are sending out your own positive thoughts and prayers, keep in mind my Uncle Bob. He was told his cancer is back, again. This time he is just too tired to fight it. We are all so discouraged and disheartened by this news. He is very special to me and many.

Much love and many hugs to all of you!

Today...

This is a Very Sad Read, but So True...

I found this on Reddit yesterday. I did not write this, but I had to share because it speaks such truth about our little guys and girls. I wanted to share because there might be a day you need to read this, or that day has already passed and you need a reminder.

Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to “death”, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must.
Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say:” No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.” Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk.
It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone ( exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place.
However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.
When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging it’s tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: “Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.”
When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.)
Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.
But don’t get fooled. They are not “dead.” There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are.
I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. You’ve missed so much. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.

Like Frankie & Ernie Said, "Baby, It's Cold Outside...."

We are expecting 6 inches of snow today. Yay. :/ So I ran out and did a quick shop at Wal-mart. All I have to say is TGFFWD (Thank God For Front Wheel Drive). I saw so many rear-wheeled drive cars stuck along my way. I grew up in the mountains. I know how to drive in the snow. I just don't like driving here because so many do not know how to drive in the rain, let alone snow. So I plan to snuggle in, read a book, watch a movie, drink some hot cocoa, and watch the snow fall.... and wash the rug in the bathroom as the dogs have decided that is preferable to going out in the snow. :/

So, here is my home state, Kentucky, winter white covered, a dachshund owner's nightmare...

Dachshund Doritos Ad for the Super Bowl

They have found the key to selling things... just get a dachshund spokesdog.

Enjoy!

Wintery, Wet, We-Hate-Snow Wednesday

We ended up with 4 inches of snow. And this morning it was -5F air temps... who knows what the windchill was.  All we have to say is "Come on Spring!!"

PS Thanks for the messages of love and support. I am a huge idiot. I made bad decisions. I trusted people I shouldn't have trusted. I did things that are completely out of character. I don't love me a lot right now, so I am holding on to all your nice words, and three wiggly, wet, cold lumps of fur, until I feel better about myself again. <3 br="">

It's a Beautiful Day! Perfect for a....

Walk! :) Honestly, I cannot believe it is still 'winter' with all this sunshine and things starting to be more green than brown.  But every time I take a look my calendar still says "January". I'm not sure what is going on with the climate, but I'm not about to pass up an opportunity to take a long walk with my three best friends.

Happy Birthday, Newby!!

Can you believe we've had this little love bug in our family for almost 2 years now? I know that my life has been made infinitely better by his wiggly, snuggly, sweet goodness. Last night we had a little birthday celebration for Newby. Reed is leaving for Gatlinburg this morning so he won't be at home to celebrate with Newby on his real birthday. So a plate full of chicken, grilled to perfection, and a bunch of stuffies, which were immediately destuffed, made for a great birthday for our newest little guy.

Happy Birthday, Newby-doo!