Close Encounters!

[poochadoo]

I'm so glad to have found this site and all the super sweet and intelligent people here.  You all are a wonderful resource for all things doxie.  While reading past postings and stories of the furry friends, I've come to realize that my Schatzie is far more "normal" than what I had originally thought.  However, "normal" for a doxie is a loose term and should never be used in comparison with others of the canine persuation.  She is unlike any other dog I have ever known, including the many who shared my life growing up.  Before I adopted a dog, I made sure the family was ready to be a forever home, I researched all kinds of breeds, I ran the numbers, I read reviews...I was ready!  Right.  Nothing prepares an unfamiliar person for the likes of a doxie.  Schatzie is not so much a dog as she is an alien - completely unpredictable behaviour, weird habits, strange preferences.  Ever "lost" your doxie, run around the house  frantically calling their name (like that works - why name them anyways, they come when they feel like it, regardless of our calls!) only to discover a small lump in the laundry basket you just brought up form the dryer about 30 seconds earlier?  Ever joyfully give your doxie a fresh wonderful tennis ball only to watch it torn to shreds and the carpet littered with day-glo fuzz for the next month?  Ever been pretty satisfied with the cleanliness of the house only to have the doxie discover every little bit of debris left on the floor?  She randomly decides to empty the paper recycling bin - AGAIN? Why?  No idea, just wanted to chase an empty box around the family room.  And what's with every toy she owns being dumped into her food dish...she packs three tennis balls in there and then eats around them.  And then, she defies the law of gravity by crawling up to snuggle under a blanket and while snoozing, adds incredible weight to her 10 pound frame.  Ever try to move a sleeping doxie from a warm place they don't want to leave?  She goes from 10 pounds to somewhere in the unmoveable 100-pound range. Super-gravity boots, no doubt.  So, just out of curiosity, what are the stranger idiocincracies of the doxies out there?  Close Encounters of the Doxie Kind!

[Mike]

LOL, you pretty much hit the nail on the head with your examples. 

I once "lost" Clifford when I came home from work and could not find him anywhere in the house.  I already knew to look under all blankets and inside pillow cases.  I even called my parents to see if they had come over and borrowed him.  Finally, as I was going around the house yet another time calling his name, I went to pick up a fleece pullover and discovered it was in that 100lb range you mention.  Seems he had wedged himself down one of the sleeves and couldn't get out. 

Here is Auntie Clarese's Conrad & his brother Finnious in a similar predicament...

[PattyInAK]

HAHAHAHA!!!     That is so cute!

[papbouv]

Lost Patches she was loose in the house this is before she decided to be a trash hound now gets crated but back to the lost Doxie, I went to the store came back no Patches at the door to greet me.? I went though the house calling & calling near panic mode thought she somehow got out the door when I left. Went in my bedroom their she was on the water bed it has double drawers under it so it is about 28" tall. She had jumped on the computer chair I had left out when i put my shoes on. Then when she jumped in the waterbed the chair moved so she could not jump back down.At least she has enough sense not to jump out of the waterbed.
Papbouv

[poochadoo]

Since we're confessing "losing" our doxies, imagine this...I was home recovering from a back injury.  Standard chairs were simply not an option, so most of my recouperation was done in the soft recliner with a heating pad on the small of my back.  Coming back from taking another dose of meds, I gingerly sat down, relaxed back into the chair and adjusted the heating pad.  Strangely, there seemed to be more support in the lumbar region.  The lumbar support then let out a contented yawn.  Without my knowledge, my doxie had jumped up on the recliner, burrowed behind the heating pad (where else?) and stretched out to take full advantage of the wamth.  I was horrified that I could have squashed her.  She was unconcerned and made quite a fuss when I wouldn't allow her to continue her role as lumbar support.  The next thing I know, she's got the recliner AND the heating pad and I'm on the couch!  Now, I realize she was probably doing her best to help me recover, but I think the heating pad had something to do with it.  Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky!

[papbouv]

Lumbar support pillow shapped just like a Doxie only with out the legs,head & tail so she knew what she was doing silly Momma just trying to be a good nurse.
Papbouv

[poochadoo]

She apparently is being a good nurse helping me with physical therapy, too - I get lots of exercise doing deep knee bends picking up the empty boxes from the recycle bins, bending to fold the blankets (again!), and of course, stooping to scratch that puppy belly.  Schatzie, the therapy dog - both emotional and physical...no co-pay could ever equal that kind of care!  I'm blessed.

[Marcia from MI]

Besides Eddie we also have two kitties one cat has her room where there is a baby gate across 3/4 of the doorway so she can get in and out but a  dachsie couldn't possibly get in right?  Wrong one day I heard Eddie crying pitifully and went to find him and there he was in the cat's room, but couldn't get out.  Apparently he had gotten in OK, but every time he would try to get out the cat would block his way and smack him.  I had to laugh, though Eddie didn't think it was the least bit funny.  Then there was th time I accidentally locked Eddie in my bedroom while I went on a job interview.  When I returned home I heard him crying from outside the house.  He didn't make a mess in the room, but was very
ticked off for a long time.

[poochadoo]

Puppy gates - the bane of my existance!  Truth be told, the reason I have back issues in the first place is that when we first got our doxie, she needed to be contained in the kitchen/familyroom.  Two puppy gates went up.  Stepping over one (in an attempt to get the warm laundry away from her, so she didn't "learn to rummage around in fresh clothes") over I went, down I fell, and ripped the cartiledge in my knee.  Surgery.
She learned about the wonderful heating pad during that recouperation.
Now, with continued back issues, I'm nearly out of cartilege, perpetually using that heating pad, need a chiropractor and she has learned to open the puppy gates!  Who's the smart one here? I'm no match for a 10 pound doxie. 

[cheryl186]

Hahaha....soooo funny.  Well I must admit....one morning we lost Zoe.  Winston and Zoe always sleep in da big bed with us.  I got up...Winston got up and hubby got up....where is Zoe???  We hunted all over....under the covers...under the blankie kept on the chairs for them to snuggle in....called her name over and over and frantically searched the house to no avail.  "Did I bring her in from outside last night before we went to bed".....frantically calling her name outside to no avail.  Went back into the bedroom and happened to just notice that hubby's pillows were breathing??????  Zoe had managed to snuggle inbetween hubby's two pillows that night while he was sleeping and never even disturbed him from his sleep!!!!!! 

Oh my....they do get our hearts racing, don't they

[poochadoo]

Yet another Doxie "super power" - first the ability to alter gravity, now the Cloak of Invisability.  No wonder we're helpless without these furry little creatures.  And just like SuperMan could fly round the earth and reverse time, my doxie can start playing with a tennis ball and reduce my husband from an otherwise tough guy to a giggling four year old!

[Roberta]

We have two strories. When Emma Angel was a pup we lost her thought she had managed out of the house and two gates, we were up and down the street yelling like idiots. Then went to the pantry to get something and twat was sitting in the bottom, with a look of "you were looking for me".
Escapes ............Angus Angel was pretty smart, we fenced of part of the garden to let plants recover from two speedie dachies, before we just gave up on borders. Came home from  work to find him on the other side of the fence, no hole, no dig, we scratching our heads put him on the right side of the fence and he immediately showed us how .1 go to end next to house and use that as leaverage against your back to get over the top. Found him one christmas trying to get choc ornaments of the christmas tree standing like snoopy on the  back of a chair.
Would'nt life be dull without them
Roberta

[David C.]

When we used to live in our condo, Rudy would try to go out onto the landing.   More than one time, Margie and I would look at each other and ask "Where's Rudy?".  After a quick search of the condo turned up nothing, we'd open the front door, and there was Rudy sitting by the door, just patiently waiting to come in.

One time, he got away from my dog sitter and entered another unit owned by an elderly man.   He didn't notice.   My pet sitter (a 10 year old girl) knocked on the door.  He opened it, with the saddest face, she was explaining that the dog went into his apartment.

The Zs aren't that good at hiding or escaping.  We seldom misplace them.

[poochadoo]

I'm not sure what this says about us as owners, but we've actually lost Scahtzie in her own kennel!  I have a tendency to spoil her and she does love her fleece blankets.  Being New England, she really needs those blankets at night in there, but she also likes to hang out in there during the day sometimes, too.  I can't tell you how many times I've gone around the house, calling with all my might and getting frustrated that I'm going to be late for work, only to take a cursory look into the kennel and see nothing.  I go through the house again, still calling.  Silly me, I didn't notice that green blanket is breathing and if I squint, I can just make out the shiny wet part of a little doxie nose.

[Doxherding Karen]

And do any of us stupid hoomans stop to reflect on how much we call and call and CALL our puppers. . .

AND THEY IGNORE US???????
Soon Dachshunds will RULE THE WORLD!!!


Auntie Karen :crazyeyes: