Dauschund research

I ran across a discussion from 2004 about weenie pets last night. The prognosis was not good. Yes, I know I have a hound, but so many people had told me there was nothing better and they wouldn't have anything else. I have even discussed Heidi's behaviour with the owner of one of her littermates. That one is a calm male, but has male and female owners and another dog for company.
One of the things pointed out in the discussion I was reading last night was, they are a hound, not a lap dog. Heidi didn't get that memo. She is a lap dog. I didn't train her to be a lap dog. That was her choice. If she had her way, all her sleep would be in my lap.
One of the people called a weenie of their acquaintance a devil dog. My grandson calls Heidi, Diablo Dog.
There is a brand of shoe called Rude Dog, I believe. That would be an apt name for Heidi.

Meanie Mini Weenie

Yes, that is what I call her sometimes. Right now she is trying to dig through the carpet and into the foundation of the house. I left my plastic glass on the end table, so she has brought that into the computer room to gnaw on. Lucky it was empty or she'd be lapping up coke out of the carpet.
When I take her in the car, she will look out the window and bark more now than before, but if anyone comes close, she hides down in the floorboard. She is all hat and no cattle. She barks the bark, but doesn't walk the walk. Her bark is worse than her bite, but not worse than her determination to lick anyone in two if she can get to them. She saves her bites for me. But, I must say, only when I don't do what she wants me to do. I'm sure she thinks it hurts her more than me. She no longer breaks the skin, but those little "love" nips hurt all the same. I'll be glad when winter comes and my toes are covered up.

Heidi, the coon hound?

Sometimes, when my brother is over, he says he will take Heidi coon hunting. I know he is teasing, but she doesn't. She thinks she is up to it. She doesn't realize the other hounds would probably think she is a varmint that needs treeing. She would probably get lost right away. How could she ever be found in the dark woods?
When he took her big brother Bock out in the woods with him, Bock wouldn't even cross a little tiny stream. He almost drowned in my swimming pool and was scared to death of water. I wonder how Heidi would react if she was ever in a swimming pool. I know she hates the bathtub. She likes to be brushed, but not bathed. She thinks she smells like a flower anyway.

Heidi molts

When my son was here the first part of July, he and his wife took Heidi for a walk when it was very hot. Later that evening, Heidi was on my lap and when I put her down one of my pants legs was totally covered with hair. She lost almost all her belly and chest hair at one time. I have never seen anything like it. It all just fell off at once. Never before or since has she shed enough hair on me to be noticeable.
She has been trying to go to bed with me as usual and the two times she has scooted through the door I have let her go to see what she would do. She jumps on the bed and goes down under the cover. Then she pulls the cover off me and licks my toes. Finally, she will jump off the bed and start meddling with my shoes, etc. So she is still not ready to sleep with me.

Heidi bedtime

Every night now, when I prepare for bed, Heidi starts campaigning to go in my bedroom. She has only slept with me a couple of times since I had her, and it didn't work out very well.
Still, she must remember it because she is all for it. She loves to jump on my bed and scoot from side to side and roll over and luxuriate in my pillows and comforter, etc. She acts like a horse who gets down and rolls in the dirt
Come winter, and if she has learned any manners, I may let her be my heating pad.
I don't see how she jumps on my bed because it is quite high and she is very low to the ground. Her big brother, Bock, could never get on the bed and believe me, he also wanted up there. That would have been a sight. He would have taken up most of the bed.
Heidi and Bock had a big brother in the '70's they never got to meet. He was also black and tan (seems to be a trend here). My daughter got him from a neighbor whose lovely little shepherd had sexual congress with a doberman who lived in the neighborhood. I'll tell you more about him, Bronco, at another time. He deserves his own narrative.
I will be glad when I get my new glasses, as this is kinda hard on me not being able to see what I am saying.

Heidi strikes again

Heidi has further dis-membered her orangatang. Now it is missing an arm and a leg on opposite sides of the body. Luckily, it can keep it's balance that way.
A trip to the vet yesterday showed her weight at 10.4 lbs. She sure seems heavier to me.
She loves her trips to the vet. Probably because the floor smells so good of animals. She didn't come in contact with any people or pets in the waiting room yesterday. She would have really liked that.
As usual, she got so excited, she peed on the floor.
She got her customary nail clipping and her Revolution heartworm preventative.
The vet said she indeed could have been hit by a car and broken her tail. We are sure lucky it was no worse than that. Still, you would think I would have heard something if she was hit.

Heidi has company

Today was a big day for Heidi. She had company again. Any time she has company she is usually exhausted in the evenings. She helped me watch my nephew today. She kisses him all over his face and he can't defend himself from her ardor.
A tree company was trimming around the electric lines at the corner of my yard today. She also had to defend her turf from that all day. She barked and ran around. She would go behind the recliner and come back out, vocal chords blazing. I took her out on the back patio to watch them thinking that that would soothe her some - NOT!!!!!

Heidi, the traitor

We had company today. My oldest son and spouse visited. When they got ready to leave, guess who wanted to go with???????? Wonder how soon she woud be howling to see her mommy? Maybe not at all. They have a cat, a toy poodle and a chichuhua, or however you spell the last one. She might never miss me. Little traitor.

Doxie V Rottie III

Heidi is still keen on destroying everything in my house, my recliner, the carpet, wiring, etc.
Bock never did much damage inside, but a water hose that was left outside got sectioned into approximately 1 1/2 inch sections overnight. It was uncanny, it looked so uniform.
Once, it was supposed to be a cold night and by then Bock preferred to be out at night, so my husband went to Wal Mart and bought their last dog house. That doghouse made him so mad that he ate the door off it overnight. My brother still has it, sans door. I don't think his hounds have done anymore serious damage to it.

Heidi, the glasses destroyer

I am wearing drugstore glasses as I type this because Heidi has torn up my glasses again. This dog is too expensive. She goes for months and doesn't touch my glasses and then she gnaws the earpieces into a shape that won't even begin to work.
Lucky for me I can drive and read most things without glasses. This couldn't happen at a worse time with the holiday weekend upon us. I can't even begin to get new glasses until Tuesday.
Anybody in the market for a spoiled rotten mini doxie?????? Please!!!!!!!!!