Dogs and humans have been close companions since well before the advent of the written word, and in that time, the relationship has taken some surprising turns.
Yes. Twelve. And in the past seven years, we’ve buried four more beloved Dachsies. Meet the cast of characters at our house, from the oldest to the youngest: Lilith (age 14), Charley (age 12), Maestro (age 10), Adia (age 10), Taz (age 9), Panzer (age 9), Jack (age 4), Black Pearl (age 4), Finn (age 4), Oskar (age 3), Vienna (age 3), and Twist (age 3). Here is the story of how my husband and I came to be the loving parents of 12 Dachshunds!
Twist of Fate, called just Twist, is a three-year-old mini Dachshund; he and his sister, Vienna, (we call her the Twisted Sister) are the youngest of our pack of 12 Dachshunds. We named Twist because we never intended to acquire him at all. It was Vienna my husband and I waited for and loved even before she was born. When she was two months old, my husband brought her home and I melted completely; she was a beautiful brindle-colored little bundle with huge dark eyes and an “I’m a perfect little diva” expression on her wrinkled face. With quiver in his voice, my husband said that there was one more puppy in the litter that didn’t have a home and was all by himself.
Why so many? Two simple reasons: (1) My husband and I absolutely love this feisty breed and, (3) When we were on active duty with the US Air Force, every place we were stationed we seemed to acquire another one or two. We have Dachsies from Maine, Texas, Rapid City and now retired in Montana, we even have a group of five that are siblings! So who better than I to tell you about loving and living with either a standard-size or miniature Dachshund.
Charley had no home; no one to care for him. He was, Naomi said, in excellent health, of lively and affectionate temperament and had no behavioral problems like biting or excessive barking. I could hear the distress in Naomi’s voice when she said, “Could you and Tristan find room in your home and hearts for him?”