Schatzie was a red, short-haired miniature dachshund. She was a quiet, timid little dog, but very stubborn. She moved around with my family while my husband was in the U.S. Air Force, living in Oklahoma, Colorado, Florida, and finally permanently in Oklahoma.
She went with us to the Gulf of Mexico beaches in Florida and fishing in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
She loved to crawl around and under rocks at one lake in the Colorado Rockies; it was in her dachshund blood. Once my husband was grilling wieners for hot dogs at the lake; when he turned his back she got her mouth around an entire wiener that was still on its grilling stick. She was in the process of trying to pull it off the stick but froze when her daddy turned around and caught her in the act. Of course, she got to eat the wiener.
Schatzie died in an accident in our back yard. We had two dogs, Missy and Buster, who were still puppies at the time. They were running and playing in the yard and knocked a stack of landscape timbers over onto the sleeping Schatzie. The end of one timber just barely hit her in her temple. When her daddy found her, it looked like she was still sleeping. Missy and Buster knew something bad had happened but just didn't know what that was; they hid for the next several hours. My husband buried our sweet little girl in her blanket at the back of our acreage.
She went with us to the Gulf of Mexico beaches in Florida and fishing in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
She loved to crawl around and under rocks at one lake in the Colorado Rockies; it was in her dachshund blood. Once my husband was grilling wieners for hot dogs at the lake; when he turned his back she got her mouth around an entire wiener that was still on its grilling stick. She was in the process of trying to pull it off the stick but froze when her daddy turned around and caught her in the act. Of course, she got to eat the wiener.
Schatzie died in an accident in our back yard. We had two dogs, Missy and Buster, who were still puppies at the time. They were running and playing in the yard and knocked a stack of landscape timbers over onto the sleeping Schatzie. The end of one timber just barely hit her in her temple. When her daddy found her, it looked like she was still sleeping. Missy and Buster knew something bad had happened but just didn't know what that was; they hid for the next several hours. My husband buried our sweet little girl in her blanket at the back of our acreage.
Schatzie was a red, short-haired miniature dachshund. She was a quiet, timid little dog, but very stubborn. She moved around with my family while my husband was in the U.S. Air Force, living in Oklahoma, Colorado, Florida, and finally permanently in Oklahoma.
She went with us to the Gulf of Mexico beaches in Florida and fishing in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
She loved to crawl around and under rocks at one lake in the Colorado Rockies; it was in her dachshund blood. Once my husband was grilling wieners for hot dogs at the lake; when he turned his back she got her mouth around an entire wiener that was still on its grilling stick. She was in the process of trying to pull it off the stick but froze when her daddy turned around and caught her in the act. Of course, she got to eat the wiener.
Schatzie died in an accident in our back yard. We had two dogs, Missy and Buster, who were still puppies at the time. They were running and playing in the yard and knocked a stack of landscape timbers over onto the sleeping Schatzie. The end of one timber just barely hit her in her temple. When her daddy found her, it looked like she was still sleeping. Missy and Buster knew something bad had happened but just didn't know what that was; they hid for the next several hours. My husband buried our sweet little girl in her blanket at the back of our acreage.
She went with us to the Gulf of Mexico beaches in Florida and fishing in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
She loved to crawl around and under rocks at one lake in the Colorado Rockies; it was in her dachshund blood. Once my husband was grilling wieners for hot dogs at the lake; when he turned his back she got her mouth around an entire wiener that was still on its grilling stick. She was in the process of trying to pull it off the stick but froze when her daddy turned around and caught her in the act. Of course, she got to eat the wiener.
Schatzie died in an accident in our back yard. We had two dogs, Missy and Buster, who were still puppies at the time. They were running and playing in the yard and knocked a stack of landscape timbers over onto the sleeping Schatzie. The end of one timber just barely hit her in her temple. When her daddy found her, it looked like she was still sleeping. Missy and Buster knew something bad had happened but just didn't know what that was; they hid for the next several hours. My husband buried our sweet little girl in her blanket at the back of our acreage.
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