As a multidog household, we have to learn to do many things ourselves. This includes grooming the wiener herd. Lucky for me, we had a girl in our Dachshund Meetup group who showed Dachshunds and she taught me how to groom our dogs. Once a month, everybody in the house gets their hair cut(except me). I used to use the same clippers on Jerry and the dogs but thought I would be nice and let him have his own. Now I have a grooming table with arm and some good dog clippers, thinning shears and high quality nail clippers. This has saved us a ton of money over the years. I think Dachshunds are some of the easiest dogs to maintain and best of all-no doggy smell! I didn’t really appreciate that until we adopted Tatianna last year. She is maybe a Lhasa/Chinese Crested mix and is definitely the Queen of the Wiener Palace. She was 15 when we adopted her and we thought she was going to be a hospice dog. This is what she looked like when she got to the shelter. She was shaved down and this is her when she came to live with us. Well I had no idea how hard it was to keep a white fluffy dog like her looking and smelling clean. It’s been quite the job especially since she is not a fan of grooming and will attempt to bite you with those six or so teeth that are left in her head. I’ve put off having her groomed professionally even after we found out that her cancer had not spread and we removed the tumor she had. She gets so stressed that I didn’t want to risk her stroking our or worse during the grooming. Finally, we’ve had her over a year so I had to break down and do it. I found a groomer right outside my vet’s office and talked to them at length before making the appointment. Both the groomer and the vet knew my concerns and my vet even went over and picked her up after her grooming and took her back to their office so she could hang out with Pebbles the rest of the day. I have to tell you, that was the best $30 I think I’ve ever spent on the dogs! Usually I trim her face first then Jerry feeds her peanut butter while I do her body and avoid her nubby teeth. I’m guessing she was pretty good for them and this was the finished product I’m tickled that she looks so great and I didn’t have to fight with her. I’ve also told her that I will NEVER have another white fluffy dog like her with such fine hair that tangles so easy. Or if I do, I’ll make sure that dog is good with grooming. Now it’s the end of the month so time to groom the Doxies. Everybody gets nails, paws trimmed, ears cleaned and body trims if needed once a month. Here’s how my poor wieners get washed when they need a bath.
I want to give a shout out to Barx Boutique, you can maintain the Queen’s look and save me some grief. They also have a bakery so I picked up some treats for the wiener herd while I was down there. They also have some really cute clothes. I bought the girls an outfit to wear to the retirement facility next week. You can check out their shop by clicking on their name above. They also do photography but I think Tati had enough stress for that day. Do you groom your own dogs or pay someone to do it? This was my first experience having a dog groomed but it was well worth it! Dog Bless the groomers who battle with our dogs so we can enjoy clean pups. You have my endless appreciation for the work you do. P.S. About an hour after getting her home, Jerry went to feed the dogs. He wrapped one of her supplements in cheese which then got stuck in her ears. She was sucking on her ear, trying to get the cheese out. So much for the nice clean fluffy dog!
This week begins my husband’s favorite time of the year-Gen Con. I seriously think the only reason he moved to Indy was so he could save on housing and travel to hang out there. He was 40 when we married and he had always been single and a gamer. His friends would drive over and stay at the house for the week. I hate to think what the house must have looked/smelled like during those times. The year after we married, his friends were planning on doing their usual pilgrimage over here so I went to Las Vegas for the week. Sadly, I can’t afford to do that every year so I’ve shared our house with some of his gaming friends over the years.
One of his friends has come over every year to go to Gen Con, I’ll call him Bill. As a 60 ish year old single man that is a gamer, he is somewhat socially inept. He’s a very nice guy but will not even look me in the eyes when talking to me because I’m a female and that just makes him downright uncomfortable. He is also scared of dogs. So he is supposed to be here on Friday night one year and I’m thinking he’ll probably be in late like Jerry. Gen Con runs 24 hours a day from Wednesday through Sunday afternoon so there really isn’t any down time for them. I hear someone trying to come in through the garage early on Friday but of course I can’t see the garage door from the front door. Finally the door bell rings and the dogs start going crazy. I realize it’s Bill and yell through the door that I need to put the dogs out before opening the front door. At the time, we were fostering a momma Beagle mix and her three young puppies
and a biting elderly Yorkie foster
along with our wiener herd.
Everybody was outside while he was bringing his clothes in. In the middle of this, I noticed that the fence was down and the puppies were running wild. I opened the sliding door and let the other dogs in and went to chase the puppies. When I got back in, the herd had Bill trapped behind the baby gate. He looked like he was going to pass out at any time, sweating profusely and looking all googly eyed. Did I mention that he’s scared of dogs, even little ankle biters? I finally get everyone put away and that’s the end of day one.
The next night I get home and Bill is already there. He is sitting in the extra bedroom looking at his laptop in the dark. When I ask him why he isn’t in the living room, he said he didn’t want to bother the dogs. I told him that it’s our house so heck with the dogs and bothering them. Everybody sleeps peacefully and when we wake up, it’s Sunday morning. Jerry is going to make breakfast for us before they head back to the final day of Gen Con. We would get up early and try to get the dogs out and pottied before Bill would get up so he wouldn’t have to worry about them. Jerry lets Nelson, the biting Yorkie back in. As he comes in, he stops and shakes himself and poop flings everywhere-all over the kitchen floor. Jerry goes to pick him up and clean his butt and Nelson bites his thumb. As Jerry is standing in the middle of the poo splattered floor with the Yorkie hanging off his thumb and blood dripping from it, Bill walks into the kitchen. As we’re cleaning it all up, Jerry asks Bill what he would like for breakfast. The poor guy stammers and looks like he’s about to throw up. He ends up saying he needs to get home to his mom so he’s just going straight to Gen Con. I think if he could have disappeared then and there, he would have.
That was the last time that Bill stayed for any length of time at the Wiener Palace. Every year his stay has been shorter and shorter. This year Jerry told him that we were up to ten dogs including fosters and Bill said he would not be staying over at all. I do really feel sorry for him, I can’t imagine being so afraid of dogs(and women). Come to think of it, the last two years he had to share his room with our cat. I guess we finally did him in with the magic number of ten. I hope they all have a great time at Gen Con where the only animals will be people in costume.
My dogs love me so much that they pee on the carpet in heart shaped stains.
Around here I like to celebrate TGIF but for the Dachshunds, it’s TGIWW for Wiener Wednesday. We started this many years ago and it’s our fun mid week celebration. Usually we have pizza and watch TV-pretty exciting life huh? Last week it was running the sweeper and going to the gym. We did have a little party for our foster dog Coco’s 18th birthday.
Our youngest dog, Sweet Tart, is also celebrating her birthday this month so we let her share in the goodies. Thanks to our good friends at JP’s Doghouse, we had plenty of healthy dog goodies to go around.
Of course we had to get something soft because out of the ten dogs here, we could probably only make three full heads of teeth. We ended up softening the treats in water then breaking them up and splitting them into bowls. Sorry stuffed dogs, we didn’t make any for you guys.
Our dogs may not have many teeth but their eyesight is pretty darn good. I swear they can see a bunny a mile away even if they are inside the house looking through the sliding door. We love our seniors! Yappy Birthday Coco and Sweet Tart and Yappy Wiener Wednesday everyone.