And from the same site:
Posted on 04/30/2003 6:29:01 AM PDT by Carpet Kitten
Edited on 04/22/2004 11:48:49 PM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
Another beautiful picture - looks like Gromit's ears are floppin'!
My dog usually has one or both ears flipped back. As I recall that's considered a fault (if I was going to show her), but it's kinda cute.
Wish I knew how. I have a great picture of our Tedster. Guess you'll just have to take my word for it.
Here is one link to some earthdog information. You'll be able to find more sites online.
Save the rats with tails alert.
There are so many squirrils in Central Park that the more agressive ones will jump on your lap and try to steal food from you. Seriously.
And from the same site:
Generally I'd agree with you, but miniature dachshunds have 100-pound personalities in 11-pound bodies.
I wouldn't be showing her anyway...just not my thing.
The earthdog stuff sounds interesting. I don't think it's anything I'd do with her as she's a stubborn disobedient brat [wurst], but I'd like to watch! I doubt there are any in my area, but ya never know.
Thanks for the tip!
In the train, during a part of the return journey from Baroda, we had the company of a gentleman who had with him a remarkable looking dog. I had not seen one of its kind before, as far as I could remember; though of course I might have seen one and not noticed it, for I am not acquainted with dogs, but only with cats. This dog's coat was smooth and shiny and black, and I think it had tan trimmings around the edges of the dog, and perhaps underneath. It was a long, low dog, with very short, strange legs--legs that curved inboard, something like parentheses turned the wrong way )(. Indeed, it was made on the plan of a bench for length and lowness. It seemed to be satisfied, but I thought the plan poor, and structurally weak, on account of the distance between the forward supports and those abaft. With age the dog's back was likely to sag; and it seemed to me that it would have been a stronger and more practicable dog if it had had some more legs. It had not begun to sag yet, but the shape of the legs showed that the undue weight imposed upon them was beginning to tell. It had a long nose, and floppy ears that hung down, and a resigned expression of countenance. I did not like to ask what kind of a dog it was, or how it came to be deformed, for it was plain that the gentleman was very fond of it, and naturally he could be sensitive about it. From delicacy I thought it best not to notice it too much. No doubt a man with a dog like that feels just as a person does who has a child that it out of true. The gentleman was not merely fond of the dog, he was also proud of it - just the same again, as a mother feels about her child when it is an idiot. I could see that he was proud of it, notwithstanding it was such a long dog and looked so resigned and pious. It had been all over the world with him, and had been pilgriming like that for years and years. It had traveled 50,000 miles by sea and rail, and had ridden in front of him on his horse 8,000. It had a silver medal from the Geographical Society of Great Britain for its travels, and I saw it. It had won prizes in dog shows, both in India and in England--and I saw them. He said its pedigree was on record in the Kennel Club, and it was a well-known dog. He said a great many people in London could recognize it the moment they saw it. I did not say anything, but I did not think it anything strange; I should know that dog again, myself, yet I am not careful about noticing dogs. He said that when he walked along in London, people often stopped and looked at the dog. Of course I did not say anything, for I did not want to hurt his feelings, but I could have explained to him that if you take a great long low dog like that and waddle it along the street anywhere in the world and not charge anything, people will stop and look. He was gratified because the dog took prizes. But that was nothing; if I were built like that I could take prizes myself. I wished I knew what kind of dog it was, and what is was for, but I could not very well ask, for that would show that I did not know. Not that I want a dog like that, but only to know the secret of its birth.I think he was going to hunt elephants with it, because I know, from remarks dropped by him, that he has hunted large game in India and Africa, and likes it. But I think that if he tries to hunt elephants with it, he is going to be disappointed. I do not believe that it is suited for elephants. It lacks energy, it lacks force of character, it lacks bitterness. These things all show in the meekness and resignation of its expression. It would not attack an elephant, I am sure of it. It might not run if it saw one coming, but it looked to me like a dog that would sit down and pray.
I wish he had told me what breed it was, if there are others; but I shall know the dog next time, and then if I can bring myself to it I will but aside the delicacy aside and ask.
-- Mark Twain, in Following the Equator
Because they get cold easily (due to short hair, and the long, skinny body shape which loses heat rapidly), we got sweaters for our two dachshunds. One loves her sweater so much she refuses to be without it. If it slips off, or after washing, when we hold the sweater open she'll literally dive into it.
The other wiener, on the other hand, used to tolerate a sweater when she was a puppy, but now just sits totally motionless and looks completely disgruntled if we put a sweater on her. She won't even move to go get food treats, until we remove the sweater. It took us a while, but we finally figured out what the problem was -- she's ticklish around her stomach (we get funny growls and she hops away if we lightly touch her there). Thus, when the sweater's on, any movement causes the sweater to shift and she tickles herself intolerably. So she just freezes in place and sulks and gives us dirty looks.
In the meanwhile, here's a chihuahua who's earned his status as a Real Dog.
DOG FIGHTS OFF POISONOUS SNAKE, SAVES OWNERS 10/10/98
BIRMINGHAM, Ala. (AP) _ This is one dog who earned his cheeseburger treat.
Bullet, a 3-year-old half-Chihuahua, is credited with saving his owners from a copperhead snake that slithered across their paths on an evening walk. The dog was bitten and nearly died in fighting the poisonous reptile. ‘If it hadn't been for Bullet, that thing would have bitten us, ’ said 35-year-old Roger Sandlin of the Wednesday night incident.
He and his fiancee, Connie Nique, 28, were trailing behind the dog as they strolled near their mobile home in the Mount Olive community, north of Birmingham in Jefferson County. Suddenly Bullet started to bark and leap into the air. ‘That's when I saw the snake, ’ Sandlin said.
The 3-foot-long copperhead sank its fangs into Bullet’s nose, but the dog kept fighting until Sandlin could kill it. But soon he began to get weak from the venom, and the couple rushed him to the emergency veterinary clinic in Birmingham, taking the dead snake along to identify the poison.
Dr. Keith Lee treated Bullet with antibiotics and anti-shock fluids. Without treatment, the dog probably would have died, Lee said. The couple didn't have a lot of money, but they said saving their dog was worth dipping into their rent and utility funds. The treatment cost $175. Bullet was able to return home Friday, the only signs of his ordeal a puffy nose and a pink bandage covering the leg puncture made by the intravenous needle. He received a special treat from Sandlin and Ms. Nique: a cheeseburger, potato chips and dill pickles.
Lee said the dog's behaviour was typical of the Chihuahua breed. ‘They're very aggressive little dogs and very protective, ’ he said.
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Mickey the Poochie girl!
Here's Tess. (AKA Beardo)
Damn nice hunting dog there !.....somebody give that pooch a bone !.........Oooops never mind !
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