As the editorial staff of the Doxie News was seeking out stories to bring you, we came across this tale of Felix, an older Dachshund, passed from father to daughter.
In a way, I think that’s why we bonded, Felix and I. We had something truly unique in common: We’d both survived the Victor Ozaist style of child rearing – tossed into the ocean, with absolutely no warning. (That’s how I learned to swim, too, and how both Felix and I ended up absolutely terrified of water as “kids.”)
Halfway through his puppyhood, my father whisked Felix across the country with him. When I went to visit them in Arizona around Christmastime, Felix came flying down the dusty, ochre-colored road toward me with a look on his face of “Get me the hell out of here!”
Happily, and as is often not the case with Tributes at the Dachshund News, Felix is still alive and living out his golden years in Brooklyn close to Prospect Park.
A tribute to Jackson, a true survivor
Nine-year-old Jackson the Dachshund is clearly loved by his family, who wrote up his story for London’s Daily Telegraph:
I have walked my dogs in Richmond Park for almost 40 years and, on one hot summer day, we took our usual favourite stroll. Suddenly I heard Jackson scream behind me and in horror turned to see a huge female deer attacking him. My darling dog was on the ground, not moving, whimpering as the deer reared up on hind legs ready to land on him with two hooves.
She towered above me but I screamed, waving my arms trying to stop another attack. There was no one near to help.
I dashed forward, scooped him up and ran with him, blood pouring, towards the car park. I could not believe it when I heard, behind my shoulder, this deer following me, forcing me to pick up a stick and run backwards shouting to keep her at bay.
Arleen Spenceley writes about saying gooodbye to 16-year-old Willy the wiener dog in the St. Petersburg Times:
“Remember when we caught him on the dining room table?”
Or how he jumped off the table — with the bagel — before we could grab him.
The times we found him sleeping in my mom’s dresser, or in bed with his head on her pillow. Burrowed in baskets beneath laundry, or stuck under the couch (that one wasn’t funny).
We laughed about how he would sing with us when we sang Happy Birthday. How he “forgot how to walk” as soon as you slipped a sweater on him.
Working at a vet you see the good and the bad, and Edgar the wiener dog is definitely the good.
The Daily Doxie apologizes for being a bit of a downer today. We’re off to sniff out some more cheery news.
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DACHSHUNDS – BIRTH TO OLD AGE – Our latest portraits added.
Note: Chico died 10 Dec 2007. His owner comments at Webshots: “His heart gave out and his eyesight was about gone. We will miss him. He’s been a lovely little man.”
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