Dashond illustratie uit Golden Press boek 'Mother the goose' (Moeder de gans) voor kinderen
door Alice en Martin Provensen via pinterest.com
'If you've never owned Dachshunds, no explanation is possible.
If you have owned Dachshunds, no explanation is necessary'.
What Are Dachshunds Like?
It Depends on Who You Ask…
Other Dog Lovers Say: Clingy
Dachshund Lovers Say: Cuddly
Other Dog Lovers Say: Reckless
Dachshund Lovers Say: Fearless
Other Dog Lovers Say: Pushy
Dachshund Lovers Say: Confident
Other Dog Lovers Say: Stubborn
Dachshund Lovers Say: Tenacious
Other Dog Lovers Say: Manipulative
Dachshund Lovers Say: Intelligent
Other Dog Lovers Say: Nosy
Dachshund Lovers Say: Engaged
Other Dog Lovers Say: Bad with Kids
Dachshund Lovers Say: Discipline kids that need it anyway
Other Dog Lovers Say: Hard to Housetrain
Dachshund Lovers Say: OK, we'll give you that one
Other Dog Lovers Say: Needy
Dachshund Lovers Say: Emotional & Loving
Which Are You?
The Dachshund Part I.
The Dachshund is the Longest Dog In the whole Canine Catalog.He is so Long - to show him Here He must in Serial Parts appear. This is Part One - Observe his Air Of Lack-a-daisi-cal Despair. I fear he finds it does not Pay To wag a Tail so Far Away, He is so very Long and Low. And yet he was not always so. The Dachshund once was Tall and Fleet As any Dog you'd wish to meet. Alas! He met a Fearful Fate. One Day - but we anticipate Continued.
The Dachshund Part II.
And now, Dear Reader, we must go Back some Six Thousand Years or So To Eden's Lovely Garden, where With an Historic Happy Pair Lived the First Dachshund, Tall and Proud.The Sign that reads "No Dogs Allowed" Hung not in Eden's Garden Bright. And all was Joyous, till One Night The Faithful Dog awoke in Dread, To find the Happy Pair had fled. Madly he searched the Garden round But not a Trace of them he found, When Suddenly he saw a Sight That made him Howl with Grief and Fright. Continued.
The Dachshund Part III.
He saw with mingled Grief and Fear, His Master and his Mistress Dear, Thrust through the quickly closing Gate. He sprang to join them but too late! In vain he tried to leap the Wall; Only one Hope was left to Crawl Beneath the Gate. It happened here, By just an inch or two, to clear The ground With Supercanine strength He Squirmed and Squeezed, until at length, When half way through, - unhappy luck! -He could not move - in short, was stuck. Here we must leave him to pursue The fortunes of the Other Two. Continued.
The Dachshund Part IV.
Unhappy Pair! Left to their Fate In a Strange World, Outside the Gate Without a single Friend; but hark! What is that dear familiar Bark? They pause a moment in their Flight And see their Faithful Doggie's plight. With willing Hands, and Patience too, At last they pull him safely through. But Oh, the Difference! No more The Tall and shapely Hound of Yore - This Strange, Flat Dog with Crumpled Feet. But let us draw a veil discreet Upon that meeting . . . Now we know Why the Dachshund is Long and Low. (THE END.)
The Dachshund from the book "More Animals" by Oliver Herford, 1901. Images by the author.
Seen on: dachshundlove.blogspot.com
Een quote van Abraham Lincoln die ik al eens eerder plaatste op mijn andere site,
maar hij is zo mooi dat ik hem ook hier plaats.
I could walk around the yard barefoot.
My house could be carpeted.
Surfaces, clothing, furniture, & vehicle would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel& I could get to the door without wading through litlle long bodies who beat me there.
I could sit on the couch the way I wanted without taking into
consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.
I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grandkids through college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave it alone.
My house would not be cordoned off with baby gates.
I would not talk 'baby talk'
My house would not look like a day care, toys all over the floor.
My pockets would not contain poop bags & treats.
I would no longer have to spell W-A-L-K or T-R-E-A-T.
I would not have as many leaves inside my house as outside.
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog ties them down too much.
I'd look forward to spring & the rain instead of dreading mud & dog poop season.
I would not have to answer the question... 'Why do you have so many dachshunds?' from people who will never have the joy of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to Angels as they will ever get.
How empty my life would be!
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