JASMINE
RIP Sweet Jasmine...you were loved: Peanut (also known as Jasmine) passed away today. Let me tell you a little something about Peanut. She came to us as a foster dog - we were to take care of her until someone decided they wanted to adopt her from pictures and a description on a Web site. The problem is, Peanut was something of an acquired taste. She had been raised in a cage, used as a breeder dog, until she was dumped on the side of the road somewhere, sick and alone, until she was rescued by the All American Dachshund Rescue group. She had never really been allowed to learn how to be a regular dog. She only had about 2 teeth, she was grumpy, she was deaf, she didn't know how to play, and she was about 50/50 on house training. All that dog wanted was a safe place to sleep where she wouldn't be stepped on, and some food. But that's not the kind of exciting bio that gets you adopted, so she had been "in the system" for quite a while. Her previous foster family had appreciated her, but they thought she might find a better home closer to our area. We did have one nice lady show interest in her, but she already had several other dogs and I just felt Peanut would not be happy with so many other dogs around, with her hearing problems. We had Peanut for a few months before we attended a picnic in Tennessee, with foster dogs in tow, where other dachshund owners and foster families met to celebrate all things wiener dog and look at each others' dogs. People were taking pictures of other peoples' dogs, and petting them and whatnot. That is, everybody else's dog except for Peanut. Nobody wanted to take Peanut's picture. Nobody gave Peanut the time of day. I came home, and I don't mind saying I got a little irate. I'm sure there are some elements to my childhood that were at play here, but frankly I felt like Patrick Swayze in "Dirty Dancing" - nobody puts Peanut in the corner. So I decided then and there, even though Peanut probably wouldn't care one way or the other, that we would adopt her. Because I wanted to make sure that for however long that dog's life would be that there would be somebody who loved her, and was proud of her, and proud to be her owner. So today we celebrate the memory of Peanut - that weird little unique creature with the terrible breath, who barked at everyone who came over, who never asked for much but to have a safe place to sleep - and I declare to one and all that she was MY dog, and I loved her. Rest in peace, Nutty-butt.

Fudge 5/1996 – 12/2012
In memory of Fudge who gave us 16.5 years of laughter, love, and devotion. We can still see you peeking around corners looking for us and playing with your flipper toys. We hear you barking at the squirrels in our yard and we know you must have a new race track around the Rainbow Bridge since until the end it was one of your favorite things to do. Words cannot express how much we miss you. Love you so much. Bonnie, Rick, Cookie, C.J., and Moon Pie Marcus

Mr. Chip
RIP Mr. Chip -- Charles Herold wrote: This is Mr.Chip and for 15 yrs. 4mo. and 3 days he gave us nothing but love and good times. I miss him so much he was my best friend.Some days I'm still lost without him. In memory July 9,1997- Nov.12, 2012

Millie 4
Dec. 5th, 2012 Milly 4 found herself homeless at 14 yrs old. Given up by her family. We hoped we could find her a home but it wasn't to be, she couldn't handle the stress of losing her family, complications to a medical condition made it best to let her go. We are so sorry Millie that we couldn't help you. Families PLEASE don't throw your senior pets away keep them and love them to the end of their lives like they love you. RIP sweet Millie

Maggie Zimmerman
Maggie Zimmerman May 1, 1998-August 10, 2012 An angel from heaven We lost our precious Maggie last Friday, August 10, and our hearts are truly broken. She touched so many lives which is evident from all the emails from friends and dachshund rescuers, cards, flowers, and contributions that we’ve received over the past few days. We got Maggie from a breeder before we knew about dachshund rescue. The day I first saw her in 1998 she immediately put her head down and snuggled up under my chin which sold me right away. That continued to be our little ritual over the next 14 years and I held her there as she crossed the bridge. Though sedated, I’d like to think she knew I was there to kiss her one last time. I always knew this would be unbearable for me to lose her and it is. Her little sister, Penelope (a rescue baby), sits at the front window waiting for her and not understanding what happened to her friend. She came to work with me often and everyone here is feeling her loss as well. Maggie liked to go on the AADR transports and rode in the back of the car with the little ones going to their new furever homes. She brought out the best in everyone and provided comfort. Though we love them all, there are some who just deeply become part of you and touch your heart and soul. Rest in peace my precious little baby. Debbi and Jerry Zimmerman