When I decided I needed another dog I began looking on petfinder for photos of dachshunds.   I found a cutie and was directed to the DRNA website.  I fell in love with Butch.  I still get teary eyed when I think about seeing him.  I wasn’t sure I could take care of him the way he needed to be taken care of so I emailed with Dona, his foster mom, several times just to make sure.  I didn’t want to adopt him and find out I couldn’t do him justice.  He required therapy and he was getting that where he was.  What if I brought him to Ohio and I couldn’t keep it up?  What if I failed him and he really needed me to step up?  Dona explained that he would need ongoing therapy but he would be one of a few at my house and he would get more attention.  She had several fosters and some of them needed therapy also.  He really does love attention and believe me he demands it!

How cute is he!

I met Butch and Dona in July at the North East Ohio Dachshund Picnic.  He was so cute and cuddly looking but he didn’t want to leave Dona.  She had to walk a little ways with us so he thought she was coming with us.  Eventually we broke away and walked around the park checking out the vendors.  At one point I took him out of his cart and couldn’t figure out how to get him back in!  I had to go back and find Dona so she could teach me how to put him in it.

As we were heading to the car a couple with a cart dog came up to me and we started talking about Butch and their dog Denny.   We exchanged emails and I am so grateful that we did.   Jay and Terie were so helpful to me with tips on taking care of him from baths to belly bands to expressing his bladder.  Without their input and Dona’s encouragement I really don’t know how I could have done it.  We all need help and I am so appreciative of the help I’ve received.   I’ve listed my information on DODGERSLIST so I can help others.  It really is easy to take care of a handicapped dog if you know where to find the information.

Butch is the easiest dog to travel with.  He loves to ride in the car in his basket and usually sleeps for hours on end.  When we stop at a hotel we don’t have to walk him in the middle of the night.  We express him in the bathroom!  The funny thing about traveling with Butch is that when we stop at rest areas he gets to “stretch his legs”.  He gets in his cart and we let him run around and sniff everything.

Stretching his legs at a rest area

Butch races in dachshund races and so far is the champ . . . at least in the races he’s entered.  We’ve met so many wonderful people because of this sweet weenie.  We met Tim, Judy and their cart dog Sam at the National Dachshund Races in Findlay three years ago and have become great friends.   We travel to Florida for races and stay with them and they stay with us in Ohio.  Last year when we were at their house they had a doxie picnic with all of their rescue friends from DARE.  We had games and races for the dogs and met some really fun people.

Party time!

Butch still goes for therapy occasionally.  He isn’t too thrilled with the water treadmill therapy or the acupuncture but he needs to go to keep his muscles strong.  He can stand but only takes one or two steps and then tips over.  His left leg just can’t support him.  But we don’t care and neither does he.  He doesn’t have a clue that he’s any different than any other dog.  But we know that he’s special.

My sweet Butch


welcome to my world

I’m sitting here on this crisp December day with my 7 dogs and 2 of my grand-dogs.  It’s nice and cozy in the house with afghans and blankets all over the floor and dogs all over the furniture.  Hmmm.  Something isn’t right about this BUT that’s where they like to sit.  I just feel lucky to be able to be here with them.  We sleep, eat, play, eat, go for walks and eat some more.   I truly am “dog blessed”.

I am a dog rescuer.  Of my 7 dogs, 4 I have rescued and 1 is a foster.  The remaining 2 have been here almost since birth.  I have fostered several more that have been adopted and I miss each one of them.  It’s so hard to have them be a part of your family for however long they need to stay and then they’re gone.  They have all gotten wonderful forever homes and I still get emails and photos from them.  I love that!

The dogs I foster are usually handicapped dachshunds that need a lot of therapy and love.  That makes it so much harder to let them go.  You put your all into helping them learn to walk or get house broken, much like little children, and then they move on.  The first time one of my fosters got adopted I cried while he happily walked away with his new mom and doxie sister.

So let me tell you how I became this crazy dog lover.

In my previous life I had a full time job that left little time for anything else.  I was a police dispatcher for 26 years which meant shift work, holidays don’t exist, you never know if you’ll be working only 8 hours or more until you get to work.   Don’t get me wrong.  I really loved what I did mainly because I loved the people I worked with.  You are more like a family than co-workers because you are with these people all the time.

But there came a time when I felt it was not “me” anymore.  I went to massage school, got my state license and worked at both jobs for the next 8 years.  I retired from dispatching in 2007 and things just took off.

At this point I had 5 dogs.  Abbie Marie was a golden/pomeranian mix that we adopted at 6 weeks old,  Ben and Pistol were senior rescue dachshunds and Rocky and Adrienne are dachshund siblings that we’ve had since they were 6 weeks old.   Sadly I lost Abbie, Ben and Pistol to age related diseases.  Happily, they were all pretty old when they went to the Bridge.

Two dogs?  I only had two dogs?  It just didn’t seem right.  I had enough room to have had 5 dogs so I felt it was only right to have more furry angels come to live with us.  So many dogs need homes and I had room.  I began my search for a dog that needed me as much as I needed to share my life with them.

Abbie Marie

Sweet Ben

Old man Pistol