I met Taz when my cousin worked for a local shelter. She brought in a mini Dachshund and called me to foster until they found his owner ... or I got to keep him!! When I walked into the office to get him, they put him up on the counter (about chest high) and he went crazy kissing me and wagging his whole little body. So I aptly called him Taz, after the Tasmanian Devil on Bugs Bunny. He seemed relatively young and quite the charmer. He also was quite the hunter. We live on a creek and rats and mice are plenty. He would hunt the mice in my husband's shed. It scared me to death the first time he did it. You should have seen the little guy take off when he heard one scurrying. He would get through spaces I never thought he could chasing the little sucker. In the end, we would hear a screech and a yelp. A moment later he came out and dropped the dead mouse at our feet! Yuck!
At the time, we had an outside cat that adopted us when she was about to give birth. Our house is on piers and she had the babies under the house. When she decided to introduce us, she brought kitten number one onto the porch. I got all excited. So Taz, so eager to please, took off under the house! He came running out a moment later with another kitten he was holding in his mouth by the scruff of the neck! I took it and he took off again! He brought out four kittens to her one! Mama Cocoa didn't have to do a thing except clean doggie slobber off her babies! He was so proud! He got lots of love from me, of course.
The good news (and bad news for our family) is that Taz belonged to someone else, who had been out of town. Upon their return, they learned that their sweet little Doxie had gotten away from the (really bad) pet sitter. He went back home but we were forever changed. Some of your pics remind me of little Taz - pretty little red darling - and make me a little sad.
Laurie Landry
Denham Springs, LA
Mom of 5 humans, Grandma of 1 boy and 2 sweet Doxies (Sam & Sassy)