Abigail, our first dapple Dachshund. We rescued her as an adult dog from the pound. Unfortunately,
she showed signs of neglect and probably abuse. She was scared of everyone at first. Slowly, she realized
"her mamma" wasn't out to hurt her. Then she hurt her back and had to have surgery. The recovery period essentially
made her dependent upon us and she wasn't able to run away from "the boy". This is when she realized he wasn't out to
hurt her either. Then she recovered fully. Over the years, she learned to trust others and even learned how to
play. We felt so fulfilled knowing we were able to provide her with a perfect life and home for the entirety of her
Marcy, our second dapple Dachshund. She was loving and sweet. We've never known a sweeter dog.
She was also the best squirrel-chaser. Although she never caught the squirrel, she got close. Marcy was at home
in her mamma's lap.
Gus, the red Dachshund: He was a hunk of rippling muscle because he did everything full throttle.
His underbelly was scarred due to his disregard for briars while chasing down squirrels. His front teeth were worn and
broken off. Again, this is the result of his being oblivious as he dug, bit, and ripped through tree roots while excavating
for moles, gophers, and the occasional burrowing armadillo. His missing front teeth were the reason some pictures show
his tongue hanging out of his mouth...there was nothing there to hold in the tongue.