Sititng on the new screened in porch

The new house is not finished, but we visit it almost every day.
We like the screened in porch the best.
The house is a great place to play tag.
Camo chases me thru the walls, because they are not walls yet.
Look how much he has grown.
He makes me look that much smaller and cuter.

Rescue Me

I have a good tale to tell.
Wednesday, Mommie took us for a walk down the big road.
Quietly and surprisingly, this little dog was walking behind us.
I must be honest and say that I smelled him coming.
Boy, did he stink.
He came up and sniffed me to say hello.
I told him to get lost.
He really did stink!
He said, "I am lost."
I shouldn't have told Mommie what he said because that got the ball rolling.
He wouldn't leave us alone for our walk, he kept following us.

Two old men drove by on a tractor and yelled at Mommie is she wanted another dog.
She asked "Who's dog is it?"
They yelled back, "A stray."
She asked"How long?"
They said "Two weeks", and they kept on driving.

I could hear Mommies brain thinking about what she could do for this dog.
People drop off dogs here. I don't what they expect the dogs to do.
There are foxes, and coyotes and trucks to run from.
Mommie said it wasn't fair to leave this dog.

He looks a lot like me, if he went to the groomers he might just be as cute as I am.
He is twice my size, around 12 to 14 pounds. He is male and young, like Camo.
I don't need another brother, I am finally getting Camo in line.
He kept following us, wanting to play.
Mommie picked him up and looked at him.
She got his stink on her clothes.
I was worried that he was going to follow us all the way home.

He didn't. He went to visit some hound dogs that were tied up in front of their house.
We could hear him being yelled at to get away.

When Mommie got home, she started to make phone calls about the local rescue people.
She didn't even need to get that far, because she had a message waiting for her.
It was from that nice Mrs. Taylor, the lady whose house I ran to 2 years ago when I ran away from the boom.
Mrs. Taylor saw this dog, feed the dog and wanted to know if my Mommie was missing a dog.
Mommie called Mrs. Taylor. Mrs. Taylor said she would keep the dog, if it was still around when she got home.
The road is a very busy road, with big trucks racing by.
Mommie told Mrs. Taylor that we would get the dog and den it in our big crate till she got home.

Daisy Mae to the rescue.
Mommie took me, a collar, a leash, dog treats and the dog crate in the truck.
We went back to look for the little stinker.
I was the bait, in case he wouldn't come.
He was pretty easy to find. He was across the road and under a trailer.
He came out to play but went to hide when Mommie tried to collar him.
I had to go under the trailer and tell him to come out.
I told him that he had a good life ahead of him.
Mrs. Taylor use to have two dogs and one of them died last year.
She could really use another dog.
He would be sharing a nice house, big yard and lots of love with a girl, Jack Russell terrier.
He would have it made, if he came out.

Mommie put him in the crate and we drove over to Mrs. Taylor backyard.
Mommie clipped him a little to get the nasty mats away from his face and belly.
He was an awful mess. Nobody ever took care of him!
I sat in the truck, so he wouldn't be distracted or embarrassed by my beauty.
Mommie gave him food, a chewie, water and placed him in the shade.
He liked the attention and settled down for a nap.
We went home and I got a bath.
This part of the story, doesn't seem fair to me, but now I am extra nice and fluffy.

Mrs. Taylor came home and let him out in her garden.
He was happy to see his new mom. He stuck around and spent the night in the crate.
The next day, she took him to the vet and to the groomers.


We are going back to see him this week-end. We will take another photo of him.
He should have a new name and I bet he will smell really good, and I won't have to call him little stinker any more.

Laying wine down

This is Dr. Debs dachshund Lucy.
She lives in Southern CA.
She is very cultivated and savvy but
She hasn't quite got the knack of laying wine down.
She thinks she has to lay with it.
Ha! Ha! Another silly Doxie.

Two blondes in pink

This is Isabella. She is our neighbor.
She is only four years old and she loves to play dress up.
I am her favorite pet to dress, maybe because we are both blond, little and extremely cute.

Kisses from my fans

I guess I am really kissable.

This is Mom's answer to the fox

If we had a big dog,
We wouldn't care about the fox.
I would care about the big dog sitting on me.
This is a Great Pyrenees
He is a great guardian dog.
I think I rather have a guardian angle to watch over me.

There is a new mouse in this house

My new costume is really working. The foxes can't find me.
So I told Camo about my plan about being incognito and I advised him to do the same.
I told him that his new costume is really good, they would never recognize him as a mouse.
I didn't tell him that mice are foxes favorite appetizers!
I have such a good time with that silly doxie brother of mine.

I'm Incognito

Mom said that we have to lay low while the two foxes are out and about.
I am incognito.
They would never recognize me in this get up.

Kit the Red Fox

We captured a photo of a baby fox in our woods.
My dad set up a deer camera that takes photos when something goes by.
Boy oh Boy!, was my mom surprised.
This photo was taken at 5:22 a.m.
I was sleeping under our bedcovers with Mom, Dad and Camo.


There are two foxes, Mom and Baby.
If you want to see more photo's go to http://redoakhollow.blogspot.com

Now, Camo and I are on restriction.
Mom won't let us out of her sight.
We hope the foxes will move away soon.
Any ideas?

Dancing with the Stars

I don't mambo. I don't waltz. I don't fox trot.
I do the daisy dance--free style.

Koi our Cat

I think it finally happened. Mom ran out of cute photos of us dogs.
So here is a current photo of our cat.
She is the only one that made if from California.
Her name is Koi. She is 14 years old and she is totally in charge of all the animals.
Some times she catches mice, chipmunks and flying squirrels and brings them home to show us.
Some times she eats them and doesn't share a hair.

Pretty Boy

Mom says that Camo is growing into his hair and is becoming a very pretty boy.
He is 8 months old now.
I was 8 months old when I came to live with my mom.
I grew into a pretty girl and I had more hair than my silly brother has.

High school

This is one of the doxies from the festival.
Mom said this is what she looked like in high school.
Maybe a long time ago, my mom was really a dog.
Now she is just my mom, two legged and with red hair.

Big Boy Blue

He is a big boy with big boy blue eyes.
They call him Blue.
He is little older than most dogs I have meet.
He lives with a little dog, so he is easy to be around.
We visit him with his pack and they hardly pay attention to Camo and me.

Taking time to smell the flowers

It's just me taking time to smell the flowers.
It rained over the week end and boy it made everything smell so good.
You make sure you take some time today to smell the flowers

Dixie Doxie Festival

It was the Fifth Annual Dixie Doxie Festival in Hixson Tenn.
People and Dachshunds came from far and wide.
There were people from North Carolina and Georgia.
Mom meet a lot of people.
Camo meet a lot of dogs.
I had a quiet day with Dad.
The next few photo's are from the day's event on Saturday.

Party Animals

Mom said the park was full of Dachshunds.
Some came looking their best.

Camo enters the Contest

They had a Costume Contest.
Camo was Joe Cool.

Camo Meets a Hot dog

Camo meet a Hot Dog that he couldn't eat!

Pretty in Pink

Some dolls came all dress up.
This girl had pearls.

Weiner Dancer

So she think she can dance?

Big Bird, Little Doxie

This dog has yellow feathers.
It was a crazy day.

Five Doxies Babies

Mom said there were more babies there than people.
All the doxies were babies.
Some more than most.
Here is a buggy full of babies.

Weiner Dog Race

This is Camo securing last place.
They opened the shoots and he just stood around.
He was dead last in his heat.

Can we go home now?

It was a long day for a long dog.
We can't wait till next year.
Mom says I can go with Camo and I can be his handler.