What I have learned from dogs

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Kassi came from a pet store. She was born in March of 1984. I bought her from a pet store before I became aware of the horror that is puppy mills. Now I recommend rescue and adoption. At that time the only thing I knew was that I had lost my Peanut and I wanted or needed a puppy to care for.

I loved the name Kassandra so that’s what I decided to call her. In fact her full name was Kassandra Alexis. But we called her Kassi. She was a black and tan dachshund. The paperwork said she was a mini but I think she was more of a tweenie(in between a mini and a standard).

My favorite story about Kassi is about her Ocsar the grouch squeaky toy. She had that toy when she was spayed. She took it everywhere with her and wouldn’t relax and go to bed at night unless she had it. This went on for the week while she recovered from the spay surgery. Then as soon as she felt better and the stitches were out she ripped it apart.

Kassi was a loyal friend and companion to me. We went through many changes together, moving a number of times and living in different places, even camping for a whole month while looking for a place to live. She was very loyal and protective and just happy to be with me no matter where we were.

She loved camping and going to the local parks for walks. Kassi loved hanging out down by the beach area. Kassi was never a very social dog and did not care for other people especially children. But she never left my side no matter what. My comfort when I lost my mom, my best friend when I was lonely, my study buddy when I returned to school.

The only other dog she ever liked and would sleep next to was Poffo, a mutt that was my mom’s dog. In fact they loved each other and Poffo lived with us after my mom died.

Kassi taught me the importance of being loyal to those that mean the most to you and sticking by them.

Unfortunately Kassi became very sick the summer before my second year in college. I had to make the hard decision to put her out of her suffering a week before returning to my studies.

I loved her and I still miss her. She was a loyal little friend who taught me a very important lesson.
Thank You Kassi.


Happy National Pet Day

To celebrate National Pet day… Some favorite pictures of dogs….Enjoy 🙂


I purchased Xena from a breeder in 1996 shortly after I started my second year of college for Veterinary technology. She was the last puppy from the litter and also the smallest of the litter. Xena was a black and tan smooth coated mini dachshund and just the most adorable thing you would ever see. When I learned that we shared a birthday, 6/24, I knew it was fate, that she was meant to come home with me.

The name Xena was chosen for her because that was my favorite show at the time and this tiny little puppy was as fierce as Xena, warrior princess. As it turns out she would prove that many times during the course of her time with me. Xena was fierce up till the time she crossed that rainbow bridge.

She went camping with me and loved it. A very fierce little dog chasing the chipmunks away. I took her on vacation to New Hampshire with me many times and she loved the trails. She was a fierce little dog on the trails always picking up the scent of some little critter. In fact she once managed to lock my Labrador Berry in the bathroom of the cabin… like I said fierce.

At home Xena was not only a warrior but the Queen of the house, even to the two Labradors and the cats. The Labradors would drop the bone they were chewing on to give it to her, all it took was a look.

Always a hit with kids, she reveled in the attention. She would just love to get petted and belly rubs.

Xena was my baby, my sweetheart and my best friend. She would sit with me and help me study for my classes. I would read to her from my text books, because sometimes it helped me to hear this out loud.

She was as excited as I was to move into our new house. Two of her favorite things were going to the park and playing in her big backyard.

We grieved together when the two Labradors crossed over the rainbow bridge. It was a very sad time and we watched a lot of sad movies together.

I was there for her when she injured her back. I made sure that she had everything she needed or wanted. Then when several years later it was time for her to cross over the rainbow bridge I was devastated. This was in 2011. It truly broke my heart. I felt like all happiness was shattered forever. I felt that I would never go on. I almost decided to never get another dog. Thankfully I changed my mind and I got my Jilly. She helped ease the grief.

I keep my Xena’s ashes on my bookshelf with her collar and favorite toy. I know she will be there when its my time. It eases my soul to know that she is happy and playing with the two Labradors and running in a never-ending field.


Xena taught me to be fierce. Be fierce in the face of whatever adversity you have. She was a warrior and a Queen in my house. She also taught me to enjoy being the center of attention sometime, because…well….everyone deserves that sometimes.

Thank you Xena

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Peanut was the first dog we had that was mine. We always had dogs, they were family dogs, Peanut was mine. MY RESPONSIBILITY! Big responsibility for a 12 year but I would learn fast and never look back.

I was young at only 12 years old when my Dad brought this little 7 week old puppy home to me. She was black and tan with a tiny bit of white on her chest. Part dachshund, part terrier she was adorable. I decided to give her the name Peanut. Peanut looked like a dachshund and as I’ve come to learn over the years had many of the traits of a dachshund. She is  the reason I came to love the breed so much. She was with me all the time after my dad brought her home that day. I shared my bed with her and watched TV with her. This was also the time that my love of TV began. We played in the yard with my friends together. In fact when I had to leave her to go spend a month one summer with my grandparents in Colorado I called everyday to see how she was. I also carried her picture around and showed it to everyone I met.

My baby Peanut was there for me when my Dad had his last heart attack and was in the hospital for so long. She was with me when I graduated high school and with me when I received the news that my Dad had passed. Peanut made the move into that horrible duplex apartment with me, my mom and my brother after we lost my Dad. My baby Peanut was with me through all that for 10 years and I was devastated when I lost her. It was heart breaking.

I thank Peanut for helping to teach me responsibility and for giving me my love of Dachshunds.