Just because you all here seem to enjoy funny doxie stories, have I got one for you. This happened to me a few years ago. To give a little background, I come from a long line of dog lovers. I mean, we go all out for our pets - and, we're all a little nutty, the way true dog lovers are. I spoke to my father earlier in the day and mentioned to him that it was Schatzie's first birthday and we were going to give her a special dinner that night. He said that was great, but don't expect him to call and sing to her. A few hours later, the phone rings and a young woman on the other end of the line says "Good morning, may I speak to Schatzie, please?" Of course, I know my dad has put someone up to calling her from the office to sing "Happy Birthday" to her. He's that kind of guy. "Oh, you want to speak to Schatzie?" I ask, "Just a moment." I wait a second and began to bark a greeting into the phone. I mean, I'm really barking and howling - and when I "howl" Schatzie joins in, so we've got this wonderful little chorus going. If you know a doxie, you know that happy howl.
There's a long pause on the line and the girl says very hesitantly, "Um, Scahtzie, this is, um, Nicole from Especially for Pets, the new pet supply store and you've, um, well, you've won the raffle for the doggie bed".
I was mortified! I had completely forgotten that a few weeks earlier, I had purchased a raffle ticket to benefit the local animal shelter and put my dog's name on the ticket.
Now, I had to go down there and claim the prize - it was a really fantastic prize - but, I can only imagine what this poor girl had to say after hanging up the phone.
So, Doxies have a quirky personality, but so do their owners...what predicaments have you found yourselves in, all for the love of a dox?
:funnyup: :funnyup:....so so funny! When I was 9 yrs old I was owned by a standard smooth red named Dino. Dino liked to scoot a ball all around the yard by pushing it with his nose. I bent down in the yard and held out my hands with fingers extended and called to him to bring me the ball. Well he did....and in one last push with his nose to make sure I got it....his nose (which was extremely long) ran into my middle finger of my left hand and broke my finger. Mom and dad took me to the hospital and the nice nurses and doctors there asked me how I broke my finger....I had to tell them my dachshund did it!! Of couse they said, "how did your dachshund do this?" and I had to tell them he broke my finger with his nose.......
Makes me wonder how many hooman/doxie injuries go unreported each year because the truth is just too tough to tell with a straight face! Poor little girl with the broken finger...but a funny story for that doctor to tell his collegues at the next gathering - I bet they're still circulating that one around.