Pawsha was one of eleven born from Mama Mia and Papa Axel at home. She was born with a heart murmur so she won my heart right away. I kept her after many offers for her even. At 8 weeks old the heart murmur had disapeared. I could've still sold her but she was my baby. All of them were my babies. It was my first time breeding and no one told me how depressing it is when you sell a puppy. I spent everyday with those babies. We would go for walks through the woods everyday. And I'd take them to my special place that is a big open field where they can run and play in tall grass. But first I would have to lay down and let them attack me with puppy kisses before they would finally go off wandering. My babies. Each one different yet, at 4 weeks, they knew how to get home better than I did. You could see those little butts running down the road in front of me. Each one trying to be the first one home. Moving so fast they'd trip over their own feet and roll. I had names for all of them too. I did pretty good too. Only 3 owners changed their puppys name. I had a puppy named Dash and a Sheriff bought him. When I told him what the puppys name was he said he loved it. It was very appropriate for his line of work with individuals trying to make a dash for it when he's questioning them. Lol. Then I had one named Little Mia after her Mama MIA. I had an Italian man come out that had just had to have his Akita put to sleep a few days before. He just came to look. He instantly fell in love with Little Mia. I told him her name was Little Mia and he yelled 'I want her. Her name will be 'Mia Bella'. And then there was KaiSea, and Panda and Maxim that got to keep their names. And Barkley too. Well... after the puppies were weaned, I had to give away Mama Mia to a breeder because she attacked my Jack Russell/Pit and gave her a 100 stitches. I've had Shasta for 5 years. Rescued her from the pound as a puppy. And she had been terribly beaten by a man in a baseball cap and a BIG woman. She trembles like crazy when she see's one or the other. I call her my Pound Puppy. She wouldn't crawl out from underneath the bed for hours when my husband was home. She helped me recover so quickly from my Breast Cancer. She would put her head on my wound and I could feel the pain diminish. Pawsha and Shasta have become true sisters. They explore together and keep the Doxies in line. My Doxies are real lovers. And they love everyone. And they love my cats, one in particular, Tru, who thinks he's a dog, because he was born 3 days before Pawsha in a different room. Tru roams right beside Pawsha, Shasta, Hearty and Cheyenne like it was meant to be. He eats, wrestles, sleeps, chases and you name it with them. Pawsha and Tru even got fixed on the same day. Wow! Is that a story! Tru was Trudy then. Then the Vet said Omg! They're so tiny we almost missed them. Trudy's a BOY!

                            

I found Hearty while I was on the internet looking at all of the cuties that www.petfinders.com had to offer. Hearty jumped out at me. Besides being the first white Dachshund I had ever seen, the black heart on his shoulder won me over. I had to have him. As I read further and looked at more of his pictures I learned that he had another heart on the other side of him too. That sold me. I contacted the breeder hoping that this little Casanova was still available. That's when I learned that Hearty was what you call a Black and Tan Piebald Dachshund. The colorings on his face were identical to a beagles; black, tan and white. And the rest of his body is black and white spotted and speckled. He was 5 months old and still available. 1 week later Hearty was flown into our airport to his new overly excited mommy. When I finally got to see him I just started crying; 1) For making the poor baby fly in the airplane all by hisself and 2) Because he was cuter than I had imagined and I couldn't wait to hold him and comfort him. We took him out of his carrier when another couple came up and asked if they could take a picture of him. My little boy was becoming popular already... lol. We live 2 hours from the airport and Hearty slept on my lap most of the time. Right before we got home he seemed to come alive. He jumped up on me with kisses, ran over to my husband with kisses. It kind of worried me that the breeder might have given him a doggie downer and not told me. And that the puppy had slept it off. When we got home and introduced him to the rest of our 4-legged family I noticed his tail had been broken. I WAS LIVID! I called the breeder and she said the airport must have done it. But it wasn't hurting the puppy when I squeezed it. That didn't make sense. Then she told me that I wouldn't have to pay for the AKC papers because of it. That she'd mail them out to me the following day. Now... there's no way I'm returning that puppy because of a broken tail. It breaks my heart that he was hurt, especially at such a young age. But he's my little love lump now and I'm going to protect him the best I can. It's so much fun to hold him in your lap and look at his spots. He's got an arrowhead, a 13 and more 'hide and seek ' images to pass the time with. My husband is a 'big dog' lover. Now he owns Hearty's fiance', Cheyenne. He says all the time "Why haven't we got Dachshunds before?" I've tried telling him but would he listen? Oh noooo. LOL! Hearty's AKC name: GOODFELLOW'S GRAFITTI KID. Cheyenne's AKC name: DADDY GOODFELLOWS LITTLE CHEYENNE

Hi... I'm a Cream and White Piebald Dachshund. My mommy found me on the website PuppyFind (www.puppyfind.com). She felt really sorry for me. She called the breeder and left messages a million times. Ok. Maybe it was 7 or 8 times. 10 times and they never called back. She emailed them. She emailed them through PuppyFind. Finally 2 weeks later she got an email saying that they had been on vacation and that I was still available. In 2 weeks! Mommy sent them the deposit. The night before mommy was supposed to come and get me she called to make sure everything was in order and get the directions. The man said 'no', that his niece was having a party that they had to go to. Mommy said 'Oh no, no, no!' On and on. The man said 'ok, that his son would be there.' The next day mommy and daddy drove the 7 hours to come and get me. The people must have had at least 50 Dachshunds. All of them barking, wanting to see mommy because mommy was talking to all of them. Finally the son took mommy and daddy into the house and picked me up off the floor and handed me to mommy. She gasped. She turned to the son and said 'Shame on you for putting such terrible pictures of her on the internet. She's the most adorable little baby I've seen in a long time.' She wouldn't let go of me. She snuggled and kissed me. Once... she let daddy hold me long enough to get a picture of the two of us together. On the long ride home I got to curl up behind her neck under her hair. I slept there almost all the way home except once when we stopped and they wanted me to smell the grass. About a mile from home I woke up. Ut oh. I jumped down on mommies lap. What do I do? Ooops! To late now. I look up at mommy and she's laughing. She's petting me telling me it's ok. Accidents happen. After all... that was a long trip and I had done really good. That made me feel really good. I liked my new mommy. I came to my new home to meet the rest of the family that mommy calls 'THE ZOO'. 3 dogs and 4 cats. Shasta, Pawsha and Hearty are the dogs. And Sushi, Tawny, Fritos and Tru are the cats. We live on 27 acres in the woods. We have 2 creeks running through it. We've got all kinds of wildlife coming through our yard. I haven't got to see any yet because I like staying close to mommy. But I can hear the others barking in the woods at something all of the time. And they come back out of breath and wagging their tails. Mommy says that I'm going to be Hearty's bride in a year and a half. He's my bestest friend. He plays with me and sleeps with me.  Pawsha and Tru are really cool too. Tru is the coolest cat I've ever met. He sleeps with me too. He lets all 3 of us dogs ( Shasta wont do it ) play tag with him. He rolls over on his back and lets all 3 of us pretend we're chewing fleas on him. He really is the coolest meowzer. Mommy calls me Shy Shy because I get Shy around humans I dont know. I'm trying to get better. I just dont like anyone but mommy and daddy. They took me to this big place that had all of my favorite treats. And mommy bought me a new collar. There was other dogs walking around with their humans. Everyone was making a fuss over me. It was kind of neat. The lady at the big machine gave me a dog biscuit and we left. My mommy has bought me the neatest yellow squeeky ball and she throws it. And I love to chase it and bring it back to her. Sometimes in the middle of the night I'll get the ball and drop it on her face when she's asleep.  BOL! I love doing that! And she'll throw it until I get sleepy and climb into bed with her. I love my mommy. Daddy too. I hope you'll stick around and watch me grow up. I'd love to be your Pal.

Hi... I'm Shasta. I'm mommies Pound Puppy. She got me from the Pound when I was 4 months old. I'm almost 8 yrs. old. Our Pound is very small. It only has 3 kennels and it usually is packed with dogs. The day mama got me she drove up to my kennel and looked in at me sitting in the corner. No bigger than a toy Chihuahua. And mommy thought 'Oh good! Daddy wants a lap dog. She'll be perfect.' She called the Police Dept. so they could have the Dog Catcher come out and give me to her. I was so scared. Would she be like those other humans? I started trembling. The man that had the long stick walked in empty handed and picked me up. He handed me to the lady and she did something real nice. She stroked my head then kissed it. Still.... She put me in her car and took me home. I dove under her bed before the other 2 dogs could get me. They were telling me it was ok. But still.... every now and then she would poke her head under the bed and talk so sweet to me and hand me some delicious meat. But I wouldn't eat it in front of her. I didn't want to get hit. Finally, after 2 hours, I couldn't resist anymore. I walked out slowly and came into the livingroom and ran up to her. She was so happy and talking, talking, talking to me. Holding and stroking me. She was really nice. Then some man walked in with a baseball cap on. OH NO! IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN! I dove off the couch and ran for the bed. Afew minutes later mommy came and pulled me out from under the bed and took me out and showed me to some other man. This one didn't have on a cap but I was looking for that one. This man turned out to be nice too. Early the next morning I heard mommy and daddy in the kitchen. I crawled out from under the bed to go and see them. OH NO! Mommy was with that horrible man with the baseball cap. I growled and turned around and ran for my safety zone. A few minutes later I heard the backdoor shut. Then, there was mommy peeking at me talking gently to me. That night daddy came home. I wagged my tail at him. He stooped down and petted me then did something awful. He put on a baseball cap. I bit his hand and ran for the bedroom. Shaking real bad mommy came and got me and held me tight, comforting me. Daddy was sitting on the couch. No baseball cap. Mommy petted me and had him put his hand on top of hers. Just as I was going to sleep I looked and saw it wasn't mommies hand anymore. It was daddys. How come he's not mean like the other guys in the baseball caps? Everyday mommy let daddy sit there pet me. Then one day she handed me over to him and he kissed my forehead.  I liked it. Everyday I waited for our bonding time. I didn't want to be scared of daddy. I'd even started giving him kisses back. Then one day while he's holding me I hear mommy say my name. I look at her sitting next to us and she's holding that awful baseball cap. I start trembling and wiggling but daddy is holding on tight. Mommy is talking real soothingly and slowly brings the cap to my butt and rubs my butt gently with it, then pulls it away. She did this for 2 weeks. I actually was starting to get used to it. She wasn't hurting me. Then one day the cap was sitting on the floor all by its self. Mommy sat down next to it holding me. She reached down and took it, and slowly brought it up to my nose. I jerked back. She comforted me and rubbed me with the hat. She brought it up to her nose. It didn't hit her. She brought it back to my nose slowly and I stiffened up but I tried to be strong. I smelled it. It smelled like daddy. It didn't hit me. So now it's 7 years later. I still don't like baseball caps; if there on someone else. But I dont run and hide anymore. Even though I still sleep under the bed. Mommy had thought she had gotten daddy a lap dog but I had kept getting bigger and bigger. She found out from Officer Mice that my dog daddy was a Pit Bull this couple was using as a fighting dog and he had gotten ahold of my dog mommy. She's a Jack Russell. Thats why I'm so cute. The couple was arrested on many charges including animal cruelty, animal neglect, etc. Unfortunately, my dog daddy had to be put to sleep. But dog mommy was able to find a new home like me.