God's Dachshund

He took the softness of a spring breeze for her gentleness,

The smoothness of fresh summer grass for her coat,

The deep mystery of the universe for her eyes,

the fury of a wild storm for her energy,

The freshness of a babbling brook for her temperament,

The courage of a lion for her heart,

He took the never-ending love of Christ for her devotion,

and when His work was done God said,

"this Most Beloved of Creatures I give unto thee."

~Author Unknown~

On the first day, God created the daschund and He saw that he was good.

On the second day, God created man, and well, God was not impressed.

On the third day, God and the dachshund met to decide what to do with the man and they determined he should be the dachshunds servant.

On the fourth day, God and the dachshund trained the man to get food, get water and to make a fuss over the dachshund.

On the fifth day, the daschund said to God, "Hey, Big Guy, this is kind of fun to be waited on hand and foot, but what's next?" So God created woman. That same day, God and the dachshund began the woman's training. She was trained to tell the man exactly when to get the water and when exactly to get food so that God and the dachshund would not have to be bothered.

On the sixth day, the woman found some apples and told the man to take them to the dachshund. The dachshund, on seeing the apples said, "Hey! Those are God's apples off His tree, we are not supposed to eat them!" The man said, "OK, I will eat them myself!" And he did and he shared them with the woman. Well, God got pretty ticked and He threw the man and woman out of the area. And God was left alone with the dachshund.

On the seventh day, God thought about taking a rest, but the dachshund was hungry and thirsty and God had to get up early to take care of the dachshund because the man and the woman were gone. Once God got used to getting up really early to tend to dachshunds needs, things settled into a sort of routine. God would get up, dig the dachshund out of its warm burrow in the clouds and take the dachshund to an area to take care of business. This is where hail comes from.

Later, God would find the dachshund food and feed it from His own hand and give the dachshund over to the angels with which to play. The dachshund would race back and forth over the clouds with the angels in tow, racing here and there and tearing up the sky. This is where tornadoes come from; from dachshunds running back and forth over the tops of the clouds.

In the evening, after the dachshund was really tired after playing with the angels, God would take it back into His bed, burrowed in the clouds. But the dachshund always wanted a night light on. This is where sunsets come from; the daschund night light. And God has been looking after little dachshunds ever since.

~Author Unknown~

The Dachshund

What gnome is this, polite and neat,

So comic, yet profound?

With velvet eyes and crooked feet,

Who burrows underground?

On grimmest heights, o'er highest rocks

Where fails the hunter's skill,

The little Teckel hunts the fox

No sport but worth the kill!

And if he fights a losing fight

No wounds his courage mars,

He licks himself and claims his right

To honorable scar.

You German huntsmen, guard him well!

If these few words I say

Cause love of him-Well, truth to tell,

I need no other pay!

~B Cornel,1885~

The Spirit of a Dachshund

I was standing on a hillside

In a field of blowing wheat

And the spirit of a Dachshund

Was lying at my feet.

He looked at me with kind dark eyes

An ancient wisdom shining through

And in the essence of his being

I saw love there too.

His mind did lock upon my heart

As I stood there on that day

And he told me of this story

About a place far away.

I stood upon the hillside

In a field of blowing wheat

And in a twinkling of a second

His spirit left my feet.

His tale did put my heart at ease

My fears did fade away

About what lay ahead of me

On another distant day.

"I live among God's creatures now

In the heavens of your mind

So do not grieve for me, my friend

As I am with my kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue

My leash a shooting star

My boundaries are the Milky Way

Where I sparkle from afar.

There are no pens or kennels here

For I am not confined

But free to roam God's heavens."

~author unknown~

The Dachshund

The Dachshund's affectionate

He wants to wed with you:

Lie down to sleep,

And he's in bed with you.

Sit in a chair,

He's there.

Depart,

You break his heart.

~E. B. White - The Fox of Peapack and Other Stories~