Living with Dachshunds


Dinkidax Show Kennels is a Licensed Establishment with the Local Authority. We also hold an Assured Breeder / UKAS Certificate from The Kennel Club. All our Breeding / Show Stock are DNA tested and are microchipped.

Living with Miniature Dachshunds is the most joyous thing. To share my home with these learned dogs is a wonderful experience. They put their precious lives totally in my hands, and their love and devotion is incomparable to anything I have ever known. When Gipsey, my first Miniature Longhaired Dachshund came to me in 2002, I could never have imagined how my life would end up being completely changed by these wonderful dogs. I shall always be eternally grateful to Lena Shutt of the Donnadoon Dachshunds for letting me have her.

I have many visitors to my home, some non-doggie people, but mostly people who are connected in some way with Dachshunds. Many comes to view our adorable puppies in the hope that they will be allowed to purchase one. Others come to look at our stud dogs in the hope that I will allow them to be mated to their bitches. In all of these situations, my wonderful Dachshunds behave impeccably, as if they know they have to be on their best behaviour to prove that DINKIDAX is a reliable Show and Breeding Kennel. The more outgoing ones of the pack will make you very welcome, and at the first opportunity jump upon your knee and give you a lick to welcome you. Those that are not so outgoing will just sit at your feet and wait to be invited upon your knee. None of my dogs take an aggressive stance at strangers, and if “Mum” lets you in, then you must be OK. All my dogs live in the house in their own specially designed room, which is just off the kitchen, only separated by a stable door, from which I can keep an eye on things.

Our day starts at 5.00am, sometimes earlier, depending who is fed up and wants to be up. I just shut my ears and keep my fingers crossed that my long-suffering husband will get fed up of the racket and come downstairs. At the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, the loud chorus of barking gets louder. Once one starts, the whole pack joins in, and as the door to their room gets opened there is lots of tail wagging and excited barking, getting louder. Then its “hooray, let’s go out and investigate the garden, and see what or who has been since we last visited it”. The routine is exactly the same every morning, but they go out with such excitement as if it was a new experience. This done, they all come back in and form a circle in front of the door from their “Dog Den” to the kitchen, and wait with anticipation until I come downstairs. The slightest movement on the staircase sets them all barking again because Mum is on the way. Food at last!!

On opening the door to the “Dog Den” I am met with an array of wagging tails and welcoming barks of excitement. They all follow me to the “Dog” fridge and watch my every move as I take out the bowl of tripe from the fridge, or whatever is on the menu that day, and then I take all the dog bowls from the cupboard. I feed the dogs in my selected order each one knows who is going to be fed first, second, third and so on.

All my dogs are fed within ten minutes, and I then open the door again to the garden and they all go out to relieve themselves. This is when I do my first pooper scoop for the day! Time for a minute or two for myself, and a much-needed cuppa. Next job, wash and fill all the water bowls, and place all the food bowls in the dishwasher. Time for another cuppa, whilst the dogs have playtime, it can get a bit boisterous but overall everyone is perfectly happy. All fed and watered!

During the day the Dachshunds either laze about or spend time in the garden, coming back in occasionally to see if I am still there. Obviously normal household duties have to be attended to, but once these are done, it is on with the coat and walking shoes and then to decide who is the first batch to take out for “walkies”. This has to be done with the most conniving tricks imaginable. I wait whilst none of them are looking and take out four leads from the drawer, and then try secretively to extract four dogs into the kitchen without the rest noticing – not easy. However, we manage it 95% of the time. Having got the selected dogs all with leads on in the kitchen, we make a hasty retreat through the front door, leaving my husband to cope with those that have realised what I am up to.

With two either side of me we set off on our first walk, which is just a three-mile trot. Then I harness up the next four – and so on until they are all exercised. The next few hours are my own, but I do have to put any soiled or wet bedding into “their” washing machine, and take out the meat from the freezer to defrost ready for the next day’s meals.

By this time, they are all having their well-earned nap, and so my time is my own. All my jobs done, time to sit down and have yet another cuppa. Then all of a sudden, everyone is now awake, Mum has sat down, it is time for love and cuddles. I love this moment, as this is a special time for me and my dogs. I have been known to have all my Dachshunds on my knee at once, with just my head and feet showing above them all, but what a wonderful feeling. Their closeness to me is paramount to anything I have experienced. In their own way they talk to me and show me their love and devotion.

After our “special time”, I check for grooming jobs that have to be done. Nails to be clipped, feet to be trimmed, ears and teeth might need attention, and finally a good grooming to help keep knotting at a minimum. For some it might be time for worming, and most of all they all get treated for fleas and ticks regularly. They all love to be brushed and combed, and it never ceases to amaze me that even though I comb my dogs on a daily basis, there is always the odd knot to comb out. Where do they come from?

Next job, oh yes it has to be done. Out comes the super scooper and bucket for the second time. Once this is done, I hang out the dog bedding that has been washed, retrieve the bowls from the dishwasher, and vacuum up the dog hairs and wash the “Dog Den” floor. All smells lovely and fresh – but for how long? It is now 4.30pm and time to top up any pregnant bitches, mothers of puppies and anyone who didn’t eat their breakfast. Again, out in the garden for a run around, another poop scoop session for “Mum”, and then back to sleep whilst Mum cooks a human’s dinner. It smells so nice, why can’t we have any??

Sometimes a visit to the vet is necessary, either for a booster injection, microchipping etc, or I may have a bitch in whelp that needs a Vets attention. This has to be slotted into the days routine also. All this has to be considered when deciding how much to charge for a puppy. No to mention the costs for utility services provided to keep my dogs and puppies warm and comfortable. Looking after dogs is a 24/7 commitment, not just when the mood feels right.

From 6pm – 8pm is the most peaceful time in this household. I am on the computer replying to emails, catching up on phone calls, and the dogs are all asleep. Not for long, as Mum switches off the computer and the windows music plays on shut down, all the dogs wake knowing its love time again with Mum, so they all come for cuddles. The time is now 10pm, and I am ready for my bed, so all the dogs are put into their respective night time accommodation (for their safety and my peace of mind), and its off upstairs I go. A very happy and contented lady, knowing all my dogs have had all the loving care and attention they could possibly have had on the day. It all starts again at 5am tomorrow.

Show days have a different routine. The show dogs are washed and groomed the day before, checking all things like nails, teeth and feet are all done to perfection. These are treated specially by being fed before the others on the show day, so that we can make an early start. This is where my husband takes over and those left behind are looked after by him, we are a great team. I take great pride in taking my lovely dogs to the shows. We may not always win, but they never let me down. Again, their behaviour is impeccable, and whether we win or not, we have a good day out together.

The moral of this story is that if you are going to own one or even multiple dogs in your household, you have to put your four legged friends first no matter what, but the complete satisfaction gained from this experience is second to none, and I wouldn’t change my life for all the gold in the world.