A tiger cub born in a German zoo and rejected by its mother has found a friend in Bessi the wirehaired dachshund. I hope someone told Bessi that this kitty will be larger than your average house cat.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Long little horsey
Passersby keep trying to save Mayflower the pony from her own stubby dachshund-like legs. Apparently they see her standing next to her long-legged friends and believe her to be stuck in the mud.
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
A few of my favorite things
I'm tired from fetching.
My nose up a cat's butt,
Is perfect for resting.
Dah dah dah-dah-dah... Zzzzzzz....
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Dachshunds are good for you health
"Dogtor" Louie helps his patients overcome fears and phobias, charging only a belly rub for his services. He's a shining example of how adopting a shelter animal benefits both the animal and the human.
Read Louie's full story at The Acorn.
Read Louie's full story at The Acorn.
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Sunday, January 4, 2009
Interviews are being conducted
I'm Nellie Bly and I'm currently fostering a couple of humans to see if they are acceptable candidates for adoption. Let's see how they are doing...
Hmmm, a few new toys. Yes, this is good. I like the snowman, very season-appropriate.
A nice lap to sit on and receive hugs and belly rubs. This is also a very good thing. Positive marks, for sure.
Yes, I believe these people just might make the cut, although I have observed a shocking lack of steaks. I'll try to give them some hints. I'm sure they'll come around.
Hmmm, a few new toys. Yes, this is good. I like the snowman, very season-appropriate.
A nice lap to sit on and receive hugs and belly rubs. This is also a very good thing. Positive marks, for sure.
Yes, I believe these people just might make the cut, although I have observed a shocking lack of steaks. I'll try to give them some hints. I'm sure they'll come around.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Happy birfday to me!
I was born a poor, speckled pup in a place called Puppy Mill. I stayed there in a little concrete box for a year, then some people from the hoomane society came and got me. Four years ago today I picked out My Boy at the hoomane society and life finally got good.
So happy birfday to me!
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