Thursday, 30 September 2010
we made the final decision last week to rehome our lovely dachshund, baxter, after talking about it off and on for over a year. bax has always been really freaked out by kids, their erratic behaviour and unpredictable nature just don't work for him. he's been exceptionally good with mae's harassment (she looooooooves him) the past two years, we have taught her to be gentle when giving him pats and he will hang out with her when she is just chilling out. but as she gets ever more active, she is more interested in playing with baxter and she gets quite aggressively in his face when he's just trying to avoid her. she's pushed him too far a couple of times lately and he's snapped at her. it's not her fault as she doesn't get that he'll only play with her when shane or i are involved so that he feels safe. and it's not his fault that she can't see the signals that he is giving out that he doesn't want to play, tail between his legs, head down and frozen in space, and keeps flapping around him or grabbing at his ears. and it's not my fault that i can't continue to referee their every single interaction as i have been lately. it's no ones fault but it's still really hard. baxter just wants a nice, calm, warm home where he can snooze in peace, get really excited when someone comes home, have a brief play and snooze some more. before kids, that is what we had for him and, luckily, that is what we have found for him again. with the help of the dachshund club of victoria and dachshund rescue australia, we got in touch with a couple who have a large piece of land in gippsland, chickens for him to chase (through a fence), another dog and two cats to play with, and no kids to keep him on edge. they picked him up yesterday and he joyfully bounded into their car. i watched my little buddy sit happily on the lap of one of his new owners and i waved as they drove off, wiped tears away and knew that this is for the best, for absolutely every one involved. but it's still hard. i have missed him a thousand times today, have thought of him with nearly every move around the house. it helps to know that he will have a more consistent life now and a wood stove to warm himself next to. he always did seek out the warmest, coziest spot in the house. aw, baxy.