| Farfel |
 My name is Farfel, I'm 7 years old and I arrived in my new family in Sept. 2005. My foster Mom, Yolanda from Virginia, met my new Mom & Dad, from Pennsylvania, in Frederick Maryland. As some of you may remember, I am a very special little guy with my own cart as my hind legs don't work so well. It took my new family some getting used to... they weren't exactly sure how to help me potty and there were some safety issues of course! My new Mom & Dad took me to the vet's and had me checked out, I got my teeth cleaned and my vet gave Mom & Dad lots of help.
I was very shy at first, but my new baby brother Frankie, a "tweenie", made me feel very welcome. I also got a new big sis, Samantha, a doxie mix. Mom and Dad got us all new beds, sometimes we argue over which bed we each sleep in. We have lots of toys and get lots of tasty treats! Since I am disabled, my Mom puts me in a backpack so that I can go on long walks with Frankie & Samantha. I love being in the backpack. My Dad built me a ramp so that I can get in and out of the house easily. When I'm in the house, I prefer to scoot on my behind.... I'm really fast too. Sometimes I can be a handful, I am mouthy like most doxies and I try to be top dog. My Mom & Dad are very glad that they adopted me and gave me a chance to be happy and loved once again. Everyone was so nice to my Mom & Dad during the adoption process, they would definitely do it again! |
| Thank you! |
| contributed December 2005 |
| Fettucine (formerly Jeanie) |
We adopted Fettucine on June 19, 2010 - DRNA 8434. We found out quickly that she did not know about cats,
and spent the first week chasing our two cats. Now she likes the them, and our two 12-year-old mutts and is friends with them too. She runs with the big dogs to the front door to greet visitors.
Fettucine was originally named Jeanie and was rescued in November 2006 (DRNA 515). She needed a new home in 2010 because her owner was moving to Hawaii. She has really bonded to both myself and my husband. We call her our little Velcro dog because she always wants to be touching you - she will lay next to you, but has her paw on your leg. Fettucine loves to go for rides in the car and go for walks. If I'm out of her sight for too long, she'll come looking for me. I work part time - a few days per month, and she has been able to spend time at the office with me. We are very lucky to have been able to adopt her. |
| Sue and Jim Goodin Fall City, WA |
| contributed October 2010 |
| Fireball and his Journeys |
 DRNA received an email about a 6 month old dachsie/lab mix who was located in a shelter in Adamsville, TN back on 2/14/04. This little guy had four deformed limbs according to the shelter director. The Board gave approval to take him in and his foster mom worked on getting him to her in Markleysburg, PA. After he arrived he was taken to Ohio State for evaluation. He had major deformities in all 4 legs. His rear legs had luxating patellas and were bowed. His front legs were too short and were bowed between the wrist and elbow. Also his elbow on the right leg was dislocated.
Ohio State felt that he could not be helped. But his foster mom refused to give up! That is when she met Dr. Kim Danoff who owns The Veterinary Holistic and Rehab Center in Vienna, VA. Dr. Danoff examined Fireball and felt that this special boy should be helped. She contacted surgeon Dr. Denis Marcellin at NCSU who specializes in limb deformities. Dr. Marcellin felt that though it would be a huge challenge, Fireball could be helped. After many trips to NCSU and also to The Veterinary Holistic and Rehab Center for therapy, Fireball is currently recovering from his third surgery performed by Dr. Marcellin. He has had both rear legs repaired which ended in great success. And now his left front leg was operated on 12/28/04. This leg was a great challenge, but the surgery went very well and if things go as planned, Fireball will have a beautiful straight leg. This little guy has been through a lot, but he keeps on going. He takes all this in stride and is just happy to be loved. |
| Stay tuned for updates! |
| Fitchie |
This is Fitchie and I am so excited to tell you about my forever home. I was a pretty bald and itchy weiner when I went to my foster mom and dad. They helped me a lot and I had about 90% hair when I was adopted. My new mom says that only the very best dachshunds come to live at her house. I feel *special*! I have a wire-haired dachshund sister named Corey. She lets me sleep with her if I'm not trying to prove what a manly man I am. There are three big dogs here too and a lot of cats. I am especially good at guarding the big bed from cats. Mom says I must be part mountain goat because I am the climbingest dog she has ever see. My picture proves it- that was a big pile of laundry!
I've been to the dermatologist too. I am on a hypoallergenic diet, have ear drops (yuck), and two kinds of pills. When all my testing gets done I have to some hyposensitization shots. Right now I am sitting on mom's lap so she can tell you my story. Thanks for helping me find a new home. |
| Love, Fitchie |
| contributed July 2008 |
| Foley (formerly Fritzie) |
As I was trying to leave for work earlier today, my shoe laces came under attack by a chocolate-colored wirehair dachshund named Foley. The attack was spirited and I discovered (once again) the difficulties of tying shoes when there's a dachshund attached to one end of the laces. The attack delayed my progress but put a huge smile on my face.
Foley is very good at putting smiles on faces--mine and most other humans he meets. He's a loving little boy who usually greets neighbors and strangers with enthusiasm. His tail wags and, if you get close and are not altogether careful, a big sloppy kiss may also be offered. Foley, known to DRNA as Fritzie, came to me and his forever home on July 22, 2006. He had been found on the streets of Indianapolis and he (and I) are forever grateful to the kind woman who ran through traffic to rescue him. We also owe a huge thank you to his two foster Moms. We continue to keep in touch with foster Mom, Sheila, who kept him for many weeks, made sure he had lots of good food and encouragement and eventually brought him to me. Foley's first days and weeks with me had many rocky moments. It was late July-early August and both of us melted during our many walks around the neighborhood. Still, he wasn't potty-trained and walks were essential to those potty lessons so we pressed on despite the humidity and heat. And, even with a lot of walks, there were quite a few accidents. Early on in our acquaintance, I simply kept the carpet steam-cleaner out and at the ready. I'm pleased to say that he is now starting to connect the dots and accidents are much less frequent. Foley's adjustment to Chessie (my 7 year old long-haired dachshund) has also had difficult moments. Foley's a high energy boy and there are times when Chessie must want to say to me: "when you contacted DRNA, did you ask to adopt a dachshund or the Energizer bunny in disguise?" Despite the challenges involved, adopting Foley has been more than worth the effort. He's adorable whether he's settled down for snuggle time in my lap or he's keyed up and running sprints at top speed through the house. Let me conclude with a quick story that illustrates how cute and funny, he can be: I was taking Foley for his "after dinner" walk around the neighborhood on warm evening about a month ago and we walked down a street that has several small shops, offices, etc in the brownstone-type buildings. One of the buildings has a wellness center in its basement and its door was open and music was coming from within. As we went to pass by, I realized the music was from a belly-dancing class and about twelve ladies, in dancing costumes, were shaking and dancing away to the music. Their costumes had shiny metal discs that created lovely tinkling sounds as they moved and swayed their hips. Needless to say, this activity and noise interested Foley hugely. He stuck his little head through the bars that protected the stairs and he looked and looked at the dancers. All of a sudden, it apparently struck him as strange and he let out a yodeling bark. A couple of the ladies turned as he barked and they had the biggest smiles on their faces. They must have been dog people and thought his reaction was as amusing as I did. However, before anyone could have a more adverse reaction, I got him to move on down the street. |
| Thank you, DRNA, for bringing me this adorable, if unpredictable, little dog. |
| contributed December 2006 |
| Forrest |
I am writing to tell you about our experience with DRNA and the dachshund we adopted.
Forrest (he was then called Poppy) was living in foster care in Kentucky and as luck would have it, it was love at first sight when I saw his picture on the DRNA website. I contacted his foster mom in Kentucky and began the process to adopt him, which was no easy thing since I lived in New Jersey with my husband and our 13 year old Jack Russell Terrier. We managed to figure out a way to pick him up in Ohio while on our way to Michigan for Christmas (04). We hit a blizzard while in route and had to stay over in West Virginia. The weather was still horrendous when we finally picked him up the next day from the lady who originally rescued him and nursed him back to health. So Forrest spent his first Christmas with us in Michigan at the age of 13! That's where we decided on the name: Forrest. Watching him run through the snow, my husband said: "Run Forrest, run," and it stuck. It didn't take Poppy very long to figure that out. I wanted a senior for two reasons: One, to keep our other senior dog Mike company, and two because we wanted to do some good. My heart just breaks for all the dogs in rescue or worse and adopting senior only from now on is the least I can do! Anyway, about Forrest: Forrest is now 14 and has been with us 17 months. Of course, when you look at him, he certainly looks like a little old man with his white face and legs and his snaggle tooth (from previous tooth extractions). However, we are finding more and more that Forrest is becoming a new dog. Its like he's getting younger rather than older! His coat is shiny and sleek and he's getting muscular looking from more exercise. The other day we took him to the dog beach at the Manasquan Inlet (in New Jersey). Its a very protected area with the inlet on one side and a huge sand dune on the other. Well, Forrest just came alive there! We let him off the leash and he ran and ran - tail up in the air, but never got very far away. Each time he was about 20 feet ahead of us, he would stop and look over his shoulder to make sure we were still coming (he definitely doesn't want to lose us!). I had some treats with me and I told my husband that we should work on the "come" command. So I gave my husband the treats (because, Forrest is madly in love with my husband - unlike many doxies that seem to prefer women, Forrest prefers men!). Anyway, the first "come" command went fairly well but once the treat was introduced all the ones that followed were simply spectacular. Forrest likes to turn in early (after a hard days work at Doggy Daycare where he spends his day while I'm at work).....I shouild really say that my husband likes to turn in early and wherever he goes, Forrest isn't too far behind. When I get ready for bed myself I see my husband all the way over on his side of our kingsize bed and all 12 pounds of Forrest smack dab in the middle, on his back with his front paws in the air. He usually manages to get his head on the pillow and pull the covers over himself so that they fall across his chest. If I didn't know he was a dog, I'd think perhaps someone cast a spell on a human forcing him to live in a dogs body. Looking at our 14 year old "senior" dog, I think to myself, surely he's going to live another five years or more even! After all....he's found Nirvana! PS - We lost our beloved Jack Russell, Mike in May of 06. Ironically, the Forrest the 13 year old we got as a companion for our 13 year old JRT lives on. Forrest was a great friend to Mike, though Mike didn't always always see it that way. But, Forrest definitely: had his back, whether he appreciated it or not. Anyway, with Mike gone, Forrest was one lonely boy. That June, we were fortunate to get invited to a Weiner Roast in New Jersey and it was there that we found Shorty (pictured with Forrest). I can't even express how thrilled we are at how they get along. They are soulmates. I have never seen two dogs enjoy each other like these little guys do. Shorty is just seven years old - a kid compared to Forrest who turns 15 at Christmastime. Shorty, I guess, is having his first true puppyhood given his previous life. He is just thrilled with his squeaky toy - he takes it everywhere with him. Of course, it has had to be replaced about 10 times so far because, as much as he likes the squeak, sooner or later he rips the guts out and no more squeak. His favorite game is called: Herd of Elephants. He goes upstairs and runs back and forth - the length of the house, carrying his toy in his mouth. When you're downstairs, you can't even imagine how a 14 pound dog is able to make all that noise. He snores - loudly too - its absolutely comical! We just love how cuddly and cute he is. Even at his young age, he is no way as athletic as Forrest, so he had to 'learn' a lot. I thought he would never learn to negoiate the stairs, but he does that like a champ now, although he walks while Forrest runs. I was able to buy this fantastic ramp (on eBay) so both he and Forrest just walk themselves up to the big bed where they then sleep on top of each other. We are very grateful to have found such a pair. Thank you DRNA for all the good work that you so! |
| Sincerely, Ellen Orrego |
| contributed December 2006 |
| Frances |
Well, Francis came into our life about a year ago, and she is a little bitty thing, with a great big heart. Actually, she was a foster failure, because she loved me so much. Our other two girls are definitely "Daddy's Girls".
Francis is a blue eyed, double dappled, that also left her with a big hole in the roof of her mouth. She is one tough little girl, and probably doesn't even know anything is wrong. She has finally made it all the way to 9 whole pounds, and the vet says it's her perfect size. She was 6.5 lb. when we got her, and she looked very malnourished, even though she ate. She is dipsy, obsessive and just wants to love you and be your best friend. She is a pint size sweetie, and always takes care of any new fosters we get in. She snuggles right in with them and tells them, it OK.....life is great here. She chases squirrels like a greyhound, and has endless energy. She is great with our grandchildren, if they can stand all the kisses, and always wants to be right beside you. She has added so much joy and laughter to our lives, with her antics and squeaky toys, and we are truly blessed to have found her. Thank you, Dachshund Rescue.
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| Thank you, Scotty and Jim Pleasants |
| contributed November 2008 |
| Frank (formerly Luke) |
Hello from Cincinnati! It's Frank, aka "Luke". I am a 3 year old red mini dauchsie with a lot of spunk and character. I may be little, but I act like I am 10 times my size! I don't have much of a history. All my mommy knows about me is that I was rescued originally from a Humane Society in South Carolina near Myrtle Beach by my first DRNA foster. Shortly after, I stayed with my second foster, Patti, for a little while in North Carolina. I was on the DRNA website and that's when my Mommy found me. Patti was GREAT emailing her back and forth for over a week to make sure my possible new family and I were a good match. We couldn't have done it without her. We both decided to go forward with it, and boy am I thankful we did! I finally arrived at my forever home in Cincinnati in early September 2007. It was love at first sight! My mommy can tell that I have been hit and abused in the past. I get low to the ground when I think I am in trouble or I roll onto my back and show my belly. Mom thinks that maybe I was kicked. I got my nails trimmed. They were so long it may have been the first time they have ever been trimmed. Mom also cleaned out my ears last weekend. That may have been a first, too. I love to go to the dog park and go for car rides. I also like going to parks near my house where I can play in the water. I like Dingo bones with the meat in the middle. Those are my only weakness! I also like looking for the two cats on our street during every walk we take. I am very good at cuddling, too. I bark only at some men and Mom thinks that has something to do with my past, too. I love all the attention I get at my new house and love also being the only dog. I have clothes now, too, so I'll admit, I'm a tiny bit spoiled! I am fully house broken and we are working on commands like "sit". After moving so much, I am happy to say I am finally home. Thank you DRNA for putting me together with my family. Cincinnati is definitely the place for me.
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| Sincerely, Katharine and Frank |
| contributed October 2007 |
| Frankie |
As a rescue volunteer, you see a depressing variety of cruelties to dogs. One of the saddest and, surprisingly, most common situations we encounter is the abandonment or abuse of a dog whose owners have divorced. Frankie was one of those dogs.
Frankie, a little red female, was 10 years old, and she had been in the same family all her life. When her owners divorced, Frankie was left in the care of the woman half of the couple. Who knows why this woman treated her once-loved dog as she did? Depression? Revenge? All we know is that Frankie was tied to a doorknob in an empty room, left alone, and not fed. The mother of Frankie's owner called Wendy, a DRNA foster mom, and told her about Frankie's situation. She asked Wendy to take Frankie. A few days later, Wendy went to the house, met with the woman and the mother, and left with Frankie. Frankie was so emaciated that Wendy was sure she had a very bad case of heartworms. But she tested negative. The vet said it was simply a case of severe malnutrition. At Wendy's house, despite being fed regular meals, Frankie scavenged through the trash whenever she could. She did this not like some dogs, who just like to snuffle around in search of a leftover pork chop, but thoroughly, piece by piece, licking any shred of paper and chewing napkins with food residue on them. This behavior is typical of a street dog who is never fed and has to find its own food. But sadly, Frankie had developed these survival skills in a place she had once called "home." At age 10, Frankie's chances of finding a loving home were iffy. Many people will not adopt senior dogs, but Kelly isn't one of those people. Kelly already had two other older dachshunds: Shadow, 12, and Odie, 16, both males. Surfing the internet one day at her sister's house, Kelly read Frankie's story on the DRNA website. What she read upset her so much that she cried all the way home in the car. When Kelly told her mother about Frankie, her mom suggested that, since Kelly had been wanting a female dachshund, she would get Frankie for Kelly's birthday, if she wanted her. Once they were home, it took Kelly about five minutes to send an e-mail asking to adopt Frankie. Kelly lives in Illinois and Frankie was in the south, so Gayle, one of our dear friends in the Dachshund Air Force, flew her here from Atlanta. Kelly says that Frankie didn't wag her tail once the whole first week she was in her new home. Confused, not knowing what to expect, she remained aloof. But those days are over, and Frankie has made herself right at home. One afternoon, when Kelly couldn't find Frankie downstairs, she went up to her bedroom and found Frankie taking a nap in Kelly's bed, under the covers, with her head on Kelly's pillow, just as if someone had tucked her in. Frankie wags her tail ALL the time now, plays with her brothers, and has gained weight and is healthy at last! Kelly has to brush Frankie's teeth frequently; her long period of starvation and lack of good vet care left her teeth in less-than-perfect shape. Kelly says that the only time Frankie doesn''t want to be with her is when she sees that toothbrush in Kelly's hand! Frankie has been part of Kelly's family, along with her mom and Shadow and Odie, for three months now, and neither Kelly nor Frankie could be happier. Kelly says, "If I'm out of her sight for even a minute, she has a fit until she finds me!" She isn’t shy about demanding attention from everyone who comes to visit either—she will just stand next to them and bark until she gets some petting or, better yet, a lap to curl up in. We are grateful for Kelly's soft heart and her willingness to adopt one of our senior dogs. Frankie is grateful to have a home where she is loved and cared for. Kelly is grateful to have the love and companionship of this wonderful little dog. This is why we do rescue. |
| Frankie and Scooter |
Scooter, let me do all the talking, ok? Hello! My name is Frankie and this is my brother Scooter. My bro, my compadre here, weaseled his way into the hearts of Mommy and Daddy during the DRNA picnic in October 2005. Then two months later, Mommy and Daddy wised up and decided that Mr. Little Diva needed some companionship. So that's when I came into the picture. My gorgeous blue eyes, elephant ears, long tail (yes, I do smack my brother's face a couple of times with my tail, but it's all in good fun) and elongated physique were no match for Mommy and Daddy. I'm just so cute and soft. Who could resist?
Excuse me Frankie, now it's my turn. Hey y'all, my name is Scooter the Wonder Dog. You've probably seen me wearing my "Cute as a Button" Reindeer hat before. A lot has changed since then. Now, I've gotten this long red wiener chasing me all over the house. No seriously: under the bed, behind the sofa, on top of the sofa, in the closet, out the closet, under the table and on and on. Now I weigh 19.5 lbs. I don't know why Mommy and Daddy were so ecstatic after my last visit to the vet. So I once weighed 31 lbs. Big deal. All I did before was eat table scraps and snooze all day and all night. Now my life consists of eating yummy healthy and nutritious foods, vitamins, getting weekly baths with massages in the bath tub right next to that squirrel look alike, walks along the Potomac River and on the beach, playing the broccoli game (I admit I still go a bit nuts over broccoli), trips to Petsmart (we love riding in the carts) and being surrounded by toys. Worse yet, Frankie is always licking my face telling me how much he loves me, but I let him because he's young and what does he know? He's still a pup. Ok folks! That's all for now because we hear Daddy and that means fun, fun, fun with the blankies. We wait till Mommy leaves for work each morning and we each take a turn doing our impression of Tom Cruise in the movie Risky Business. Mommy sometimes gets way too worried about us hurting ourselves. So we each pretend we're asleep before she leaves (especially Daddy) and then it's paarty time! We also want to thank Pam Stephens and Libby Bucholz from DRNA who are the most amazing loving ladies in the planet. They took care and loved us till we found Mommy and Daddy. Mommy keeps saying she would go nuts without Pam and Libby. Wait until she tries broccoli, then she'll REALLY go nuts. |
| Frankie B. & Scooter B. |
| contributed March 2006 |
| Freckles |
I am the proud owner of my Freckles. An ADOPTED senior. I am proud to say the word adopted, that means he has his forever home. I love him so much, he was adopted the 1st day of June, I couldn't wait to get him. He is such a sweet dog. He loves women, which works great for me since my husband works 3rd shift. he is alot of company to me and my kids. They love him, and he loves them. He likes the car, but is a little scared that he is going to the vet when we get in the car. We live out in the country kinda, so he needs no leash in the yard. He doesnt even think of running off, he doesnt even chase squirrels, i know its weird. I have a dachshund that doesnt chase. LOL but I wanted to tell you that my story is for real. he is not completely perfect, he has chewed up a longaberger basket. But only one! And it's ok, we have broken him of that. he no longer likes to eat expensive baskets. But other than that, he is great!
He is the most loving boy. He knows he is loved too. I make gourmet dog treats and sell them, and he gets some special treatment when I bake.I have attached some pics, thanks for hearing my story. I will keep you posted on how he is doing!
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| Thank you! Tiffany Bowers |
| contributed June 2008 |
