While on a trip to Dallas we purchased Murphy from a local Yorkie breeder. Now Murphy is by no means a show dog, but don't tell him that cause he may stop prancing around the house. We had Murphy for 2 months when Jason and I decided that he needed a playmate. We worked all day and leaving Murphy by himself was not good on his psyche. He was starting to become destructive with everything. So we decided to get a dachshund. Enter Bailey. He is our black and chocolate dapple dachshund. He owns everything and just allows us to live with him. He is our chief protector and really a doberman trapped in a small wiener body. He has the "little man" complex and don't tell him he is small...he doesn't know that. And we just *thought* Murphy was destructive?! That silly wienie chewed through 3 baby gates one day to escape downstairs. Three hard plastic baby gates! I stumped him and rained on his parade when I went and purchased metal baby gates. There is not a toy that he cannot destroy. It is his mission in life to seek out the squeakers and destroy them all. Heck, he even tears up dog ropes. Yeah the ones with the TIGHT knots on the ends. There is no toy he can't destroy.
We were very concerned about having children after our dogs were our "children" for several years. We feared that the wienie would dislike them and snap at them. I thought Murphy would become real protective of his space and go into a depressive funk. Albeit we did have an adjustment period where the dogs moped around the house and peed on everything (thank God it was a rent house). After having the carpets professionally cleaned they straightened up and began to act normal. By this time they knew we were not going to return the 2 "new puppies" and decided to adopt them into the pack.
Bailey has become very protective of the girls. It doesn't matter who you are, if your speech is harsh or if you make fast, threatening movements around the girls, that dachshund will be all over you like white on rice. I was tickling Kate one day and Bailey mistook it as I was hurting her. Well, he tried to nip me and almost succeeded. He is their chief protector, head babysitter, and self-appointed face cleaner. He doesn't care if the girls pull on his ears or pat his head hard...it's all love to him. You will always find him near the girls. He watches over them and makes sure they stay out of trouble. Like I said, he is head babysitter around here! I was watching him nose his knot ball around the living room and he pushed it right up to Jill. I suppose he was offering her a chance to toss it to him or perhaps he was just in a sharing mood.
Murphy likes to sniff the girls and occassionally sneak in a lick. He doesn't mind the girls touching him but he would rather them not pull his hair. He is very sensitive about his long fur and doesn't want to be missing patches of hair compliments of Kate's poke, prod, and pull techniques. He is a bit of a princess...err prince. He is high maintenance and knows it. He will get revenge on you if you scold him. He recently ran off with Jill's baby doll. I scolded him and put him in his kennel. Later that night, I found two lovely turds on my side of the master closet. He had his revenge. His favorite spot in the girls room is under Kate's crib. He feels safe under there and the girls haven't figured out a way to get under there yet. He likes to be in the background of action. He watches the girls from the safety of the recliner.
I fear that my girls first words are going to be "no lick Bailey" or "bad dog". Not funny....
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