I sometimes ask the question, “How many dogs are too many dogs?” I know that’s a personal question, so I mean it to be answered by individuals for themselves. For our family, two is enough. Two will probably always be enough. But for today’s family, a four dog family, I think they’d say, “Five dogs is too many.”
When I arrived at my friend’s home I was met by a beautiful brindle pooch that you won’t see here. She was taken upstairs so the other dogs could be let out. The brindle pup was a stray who was being taken to a family member’s house. Brindle pup would have made five dogs, and that’s where this family drew the line. They are – for now – a four dog family.
I’ll begin with the oldest dog, a definite senior pooch, a Lhasa Apso named Katie. Katie is 14 years old and riddled with allergies and arthritis, poor dear. The family is doing everything they can to keep her comfortable and happy, but she’s a bit along in years and can’t walk well anymore. She no longer produces tears. Katie’s story? She was rescued at ten months old. Her owner had had a stroke and was surrendering her out of necessity. Katie went to a wonderful home and is well loved.
I think Katie had a couple of Woofermen, which made her senior dog self very happy.
Cosette, the black and tan Dachshund, is the only dog that this family went looking for on purpose.
The family had had a poodle puppy and the gas man happened to let her out of the yard just as a family member let her out to the bathroom, not knowing he was there. The pup met a tragic end. The family went on the hunt for a small, short-haired dog and came home with Cosette, whose parents were both standard sized Dachshunds, but Cosette is tiny, considered a miniature. She was eight weeks when they brought her home on a New Year’s Eve, and is now nine years old.
If you haven’t guessed, Cosette runs the household. I gave her a Candy Cane Pizzle and she spent twenty minutes devouring it, so it was understandable that she needed to gnaw on some of the Mammoth Bone, yes?
Portia – from Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice – is seven years old and very lucky to be alive.
When she was about four years old, Portia found and swallowed a hazelnut. It lodged in her stomach and plugged everything up (happened very quickly) and Portia was dehydrating fast. The doctors couldn’t figure out what it was, and the hazelnut didn’t show up on the x-ray. In fact, the vet couldn’t even feel it at first. Emergency surgery happened and Portia is one very lucky dog all these years later.
And where did the family find this lucky dog? Someone’s Dachshund was knocked up by an Italian Greyhound. You’re probably looking at her photo and thinking, “Oooooh! Yeah! I can see that!” That’s what I was thinking, anyway.
Last, but not least, is Paisley.
As you can see, Paisley doesn’t want anyone to touch her Mammoth Bone. In fact, her mama says that she was carrying it around and gnawing on it for days afterward. Paisley is two years old and still pretty shy around strangers. She was found sitting in a bush in the parking lot of a church, maybe about eight weeks old at the time. They think maybe she’s part Pitt, but she’s definitely all mutt. A lovely dog. An active dog. Look what she did with the Holiday Chewer’s Gift packaging!
Portia had a great time catching and fetching.
To my friend who let me spend an hour in her house, photographing her dogs, asking a million questions – thank you. What a great experience! And the treats the dogs devoured are the same ones being given away in yesterday’s post. What?! You haven’t entered our giveaway? Get over there RIGHT NOW and enter!
Until I write again …