Saturday, November 30, 2013

A Month Full of Dogs
(to one degree or another)
As most of you probably already know, I belong to a breed-specific rescue group, New Mexico Dachshund Rescue. Mind you, this isn’t so much because I adore dachshunds as a breed (although I do. I think it’s because they’re so funny looking) as that they seem to be attracted to me. Kind of like a steel fragments are attracted to a magnet, cats to dead birds, and stuff like that.

However, the fact that I attract dachshunds is the reason last month was so full of the little creatures. It all started with my three foster children, Cindy, Santana and Mr. Sausage. Some kind person drove them all up to Albuquerque for a special NMDR Adoptathon held at the PetCo on San Mateo. I was intensely grateful not to have to foster those dogs any longer, not because I didn’t care for them, but because, with the exception of Santana who’s about as big as a peanut, they were big, heavy dogs (for dachshunds) and used to drag me all over the place. I’m not as young as I used to be (more about that later), and I’m kind of semi-crippled because of a deteriorating spine, so I’ve decided only to foster small or elderly dachshunds from now on. But it all worked out. Cindy, Santana and Mr. Sausage (whose name is now Jimmy Dean) were all adopted either at the Adoptathon or shortly thereafter, and I went to Albuquerque to join in the fun. And it was fun. Lots of nice people and a whole bunch of oddly shaped doggies.

That meant my own personal family of dogs had dwindled to a mere five. Until Jacob, the vet tech at the place I take my dogs, found a simply gorgeous dachshund puppy at the side of the highway. It looked as if she had been dumped, she was full of fleas, skinny as a toothpick, and had claws Freddy Kruger would envy. Jacob decided to keep the dog, whom he named Jazzy. The name fits her. Jacob had never had a dachshund before, and I guess he wasn’t prepared for the dachshund temperament, which is stubborn, not particularly smart (don’t tell my dogs I said that) and, often, wildly aggressive. When he couldn’t stop Jazzy from going after his standard French poodle, he asked if I could take Jazzy. Well, what could I say? So then I had six dogs. Again. Jazzy's coloring is called blue and tan. I've never met a blue-and-tan dachshund before. And now I own one. Whoopee.

Then Heidi, my oldest wiener, and the very last piebald in my family, got too sick to eat, and I had to have her put down on November 26. This wasn’t unexpected, but it was sad. And my canine family shrank back down to five again. Here's Heidi with an ex-foster of mine named Hot Dog:

Until November 27, the day before Thanksgiving, when I got a mega-urgent summons to check out a dog that was scheduled to be euthanized at Roswell Animal Control. If the dog was enough of a dachshund to pass for one, I was asked to bring her home and foster her; if she wasn’t dachshund enough to pass, I guess I was supposed to leave her there to die. You can probably guess what happened next. My family of dogs is back up to six again. But Cookie, the rescue doggie, is NOT going to stay with me. She’s going to be adopted by some kind person who really needs a darling little part-dachshund puppy. I’m taking applications.

I guess one of my Thanksgiving thank-yous went to the dogs in my life. I’ll be even more thankful when somebody adopts Cookie.

Then, on the 29th, came my umpty-umpth birthday. The minister of my church asked how old I was in dog years, and I figured it out. I’m 476 in dog years, and I’m feeling every one of them, in case you wondered. But I got a lovely pictorial gift from my younger daughter Robin, her husband Gilbert, and my younger grandson, Riki:

One good thing: on December 9, I’ll be flying to North Carolina (if the creek don’t rise and no snow falls anywhere) to visit my grandson, granddaughter-in-law, and two great grands! Now there’s something to be really thankful for.

My contest for this month is choose-your-own book. Send me an email with your name and address, and if Bam-Bam selects your name from the special contest doggie dish, you get to pick your own book. I’m too tired to pick one for you. My email address is


Anonymous said...

WOW!! No wonder you are tired! And, Cookie looks as if she is full of vim and vinegar!! Bless you for your willingness to help creatures like Cookie!

Alice Duncan said...

Thank you! Cookie is a sweetie-pie, and she and Jazzy love to play together.

Jacqueline Seewald said...


I hope you enjoy your trip! Grandkids are the best. You do wonderful rescue work, much to be admired.

Alice Duncan said...

Thanks, Jacquie! I'm really looking forward to visiting the great-grands. I haven't seen them since Kasumi was a baby, and she's now five years old!

Mona Karel said...

There's a special place in doggy heaven for you when you're ready, I hope a VERY long time from now.
And I think I'm going to remind your fans about those first books that have never seen the light of day. Hmmmmm.
HUGE hugs from further north in New Mexico. It was great spending time with your

Alice Duncan said...

Thanks, Monica! Yeah. I remember those books. I don't even have the disks any longer. At least I don't think I do. Sigh.

Carole Price said...

You do wonderful work, Alice,rescuing dogs and editing. I'm grateful for you. One of my daughters rescues dogs and cats. She has a total of eight but says she always has an opening for one more. Enjoy your trip to NC. And Happy Holidays!

Alice Duncan said...

Thank you very much, Carole! Your daughter is a saint. (How come I think your daughter's a saint and I think I'm an idiot? Oh, well.)

I'm really looking forward to my trip. Thanks!

Barbs said...

Glad you're going to NC and have a wonderful time w/the grands&great-grands. Love the pic! of the grand&kids

Yes I agree there is a special place in doggie heaven for you!

Barbs said...

Have a wonderful time with the grands/great-grands in NC

I do agree there is a special place for you in doggie heaven

Alice Duncan said...

Thanks, Barbs. I'd rather be in doggie heaven than in the heaven a lot of people claim they're going to :-)