Wiener Dog Rescue Blog

Beds... and TOYS!!!

Hey everyone. Have you ever run and run and run and run and run around the house at full speed and then jumped into a big soft bed? It’s awesome!!! Sometimes I grab a stuffed friend and I run around with it and my foster mom and dad pretend to catch me but I’m faster. It’s so much fun to run.

Can you tell that I’m looking a bit more shiny already? My foster mom says it’s from the baths and oils and good food I’m eating. Still no new fur and it’s so cold outside. Some nice dogs said they’d send me some of their long hairs to wear but I have a coat that I put on and my foster brother said that there is something called ‘summer’ and it’s hot outside and then I’ll be happy to have short hair. He said in summer you can spend all day outside running and playing and meeting other dogs. I think he’s just teasing me.

Oh – remember when I said I didn’t remember anything before I had to live in that cage? I guess Deke’s memory is as short as his legs because we were both something they call ‘strays’. It means that no one dropped us off at the shelter and we were found alone on the street in the winter. We weren’t lost because no one came to look for us and we waited a long time and we didn’t have collars or microchips or anything.  I’m not going to tell Deke because he remembers good stuff about a family he had once and it’s better for him to think maybe they loved him but couldn’t keep him because of “allergies” or “moving”.

Thank you CDR!

Deke here. I know you’re all following my little dude, Doogle, but I’ve got stuff to say. I’m confused. I used to have a family and I loved them more than anything in the world. I was really good. I’m housetrained, I’m happy, I’m polite, I love all people and other dogs, I am never aggressive or mean. I think I’m rather handsome, especially in my fancy new coat. I don’t know what I did wrong but it must have been pretty bad for them to have left me… there.

At the shelter I was so scared and I’m ok with admitting it. There were no beds. There were no toys. There were no walks. There was no love. It was noisy and scary and I got sick there. The people were doing everything they could but there were just too many of us. It makes me angry and sad that there are so many dogs without families. What did all these dogs do wrong?

I want to thank the volunteers at CDR for getting me and Doogle out of there and I want to thank all of you for supporting CDR so they can rescue more dogs.  I also want to thank the wonderful woman who looked after us in Ottawa even though she volunteers with a different rescue. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as rescue and I bet my family didn’t either. At least I hope my family didn’t know about rescue.

I’m doing my best not to hold onto the past. I love love love my foster family and I know they will make sure that I’m neutered and vaccinated and adopted into a great home. I’m looking forward to my future and the best part is that I WILL NEVER HAVE TO LIVE IN A SHELTER OR POUND EVER AGAIN.

So thanks again everyone. I owe you my life. The next time you hear from me, it’ll be to say that I’m in my forever home.

Every day I feel a bit better

Hi everyone, it’s Doogle. I can’t believe that dogs live like this. It’s better than my best dream when I was living in a cage. Soft beds, warm blankets, cuddles and rubs, meals twice a day, going outside, playtime, and naptime… and TOYS! Sometimes I’m having so much fun that I forget that that I’m so itchy. It’s funny – I’ve never not been itchy. I thought that being sore and uncomfortable was normal.

In my picture you can see the ouchy on my nose that might be ringworm as well as my missing fur, thick gray skin, and goopy eye. Even with that all ugly stuff  my foster mom and dad still love me and tell me I’m cute. Every day I ask my foster brother to tell me if I have new hair growing. He said I have to be more patient.

I wish every dog living in a shelter could be rescued and get a chance to live like Deke and me.  Deke told me that he’s ok with being neutered if it means that fewer dogs have to suffer. He said that there were so many little puppies crying in the shelter that it would be really really selfish of him to make more. He’s really smart and knows a lot of stuff that I don’t understand. He’s doing really well. I’ll ask him to put up a picture soon so you can see.

It’s Doogle with a quick update. I went to the doctor on Friday and boy was he surprised to see the shape I’m in. I guess they don’t see too many neglected puppies there. He did a skin scraping but he said it looks like I have mites, which you’ve probably heard of as mange. There’s a mange that only puppies get and everyone is hoping it’s that one because it’s easier to treat and it doesn’t spread. He also said that it looks like I have ringworm, which is a fungus not a worm and I have cream to take care of that. They had to do another test for that and I’ll find out later this week what the results are. I’m eating some really good food in case food allergies are causing even more trouble but when all the nasty mites are dead they said they’ll know better what else is making me itchy.

For my kennel cough, I’m taking a cough suppressant and I’m going to work hard to fight it. I guess it’s a bit like a human cold where it’s pretty miserable and contagious, but in most cases it’ll pass. If it doesn’t go away the doctor will have to give me even more medication.

I hope you can still love me even though I have things that sound so icky. My foster mom is giving me all my medication and she gives me baths that make me feel better.

Here’s a picture of me and my itchy itchy skin. I think this will make a great ‘before’ picture. You can click it to see it a bit bigger.

It itches

Deke was not happy at the shelter

Hi. My name is Teckel 72580. I know this because it was written on my cage in Quebec where I used to live.  Frankie told you about me yesterday but I’m a big boy and can speak for myself. I didn’t always live in a cage but I was only 16 weeks old when I moved to the scary place and I lived there for a month. I don’t remember where I was before that but I remember my mom and brothers and sisters. I miss them.

I didn’t like it in the cage. I was really scared and sick and itchy and sore and tired and bored and lonely. I had nice people who came to feed me and clean me and I saw the doctor sometimes but no one touched me without rubber gloves on and I really wanted a cuddle but they said there wasn’t time. I wanted to play but there was no one to play with. I was really sad and I didn’t care if I got better or not. One day, I heard a lady say she was there to pick up two Dachshunds for Canadian Dachshund Rescue and I didn’t know that she was talking about me and my friend they called “Teckel 72324″ because I didn’t know what a “Dachshund” was. Now I’m bilingual!

We were both pretty scared when they put us in a crate and then in the car, but the lady was really nice and she told us it would be ok. We went to her house and she gave us soft beds and blankets and food and water. She started to call me “Doogle” and she called my friend “Deke”. I like the name Doogle better than 72580. She was worried because I didn’t look very healthy but I mostly just didn’t know where I was.  Deke was REALLY happy because he used to live in a house and he wagged and wagged and wagged.

I slept really well that first night because it was quiet and it smelled nice and I was comfortable. The next day I got lots and lots of holding and cuddles and love but I started coughing and sneezing a lot and I took lots of naps. I got lots of food and I even went outside in the snow! It was cold and I was a bit scared but I think I might learn to like going outside when I have a coat on. Deke said that outside is the bathroom! I have a lot to learn.

On Monday I got a nice oatmeal bath and it made my itchy skin feel better. I got a big all-over rub with some oils and it felt so good. Someone was taking care of me and now I always want someone to take care of me. She gave me some honey for my cough and I wanted to stay there forever, but on Wednesday she said Deke and I had to go to the Dachshund rescue where they would take good care of us and find us forever homes. It was a looooong drive to Toronto where I live now.

I’m in my new foster home now and it’s nice. There are soft beds and blankets here too! I really like blankets. I’m starting to feel a bit more optimistic about things and I want to play and learn about everything. I am going to see the doctor tomorrow and when I get back I’ll tell you all about it. I’m kinda worn out and need a nap. I hope the doctor can make me feel better.

This picture isn’t me, it’s Deke. The first one is him at the shelter and the one below is him at his new foster home. He has kennel cough, too but he’s doing ok and once he is better and gets his shots and something called a ‘neuter’ he’ll be going to a real forever home. Frankie told me to say that he’ll probably go to someone on the waiting list and when I’m better maybe I will, too. Are you on the list?

But he sure looks happy getting a belly rub!