Breaking Bad Dog

I hope I don’t incur the wrath of any moms or dads out there but I’ve got to be honest: I blame my daughter. She was the one who sat there giggling hysterically, smack in the middle of a dozen writhing Dachshund puppies, pointed her little finger at the one that, at least to my eyes, seemed to be completely ignoring us, and said with great confidence in her selection “That one!” That was seven years ago. It’s been downhill ever since. Yes, I most definitely blame my daughter. To say that Baxter is a challenge is to say the Grand Canyon is a rather good-sized hole in the ground. “Challenging” is just a starting point. He is insistent, he is stubborn, he is high … [Read more...]

The Curious Case of Maya Ziselman

If she were human she’d already be a card-carrying member of AARP. She’d be a long time resident of Boca Raton, spending her days wondering why the kids don’t call more and eating dinner at the ungodly late hour of 4:00pm. But Maya is a Dachshund and, at 11 years old, she’s the human equivalent of a 77-year old woman, only without the 10% discount at participating Denny’s restaurants. Maya was already old when we got her. Not that five is really old for a dog. I guess a better way of explaining it is that Maya was already aged when we adopted her from a breeder in Texas. Not aged the way a complex red wine is aged, or an intense, artisanal Gruyere that improves over … [Read more...]