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My Little Dachshund by Babbit, DM
The Dachshund by Kendrick, Sara
My Neighbor's Dachshund by Gorelick, Barbara
miniature dachshund by jennings, melanie
DACHSHUND by ALLISON, JAN
Chloee and Reginald The Stand Down Dachshund Comedians by Yvonne, Maurice
My Doll, My Dachshund by Edwards, Kristin
Dachshund by Kayode, KAYOD5
Dewi the Dachshund by Roberts, Seren
Dachshund Footles by Ryerson, Tim

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The Oscar Wiener Dog

A dachshund named Oscar was he, which adored trick or treating with me, so I had me some fun when I sewed a cloth bun, for a Halloween weenie he’d be. On his costume I added a trim mustard yellow, but though he’s not slim, he’s no Oscar Mayer, so don’t raise his ire by taking a bite out of him!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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Fickle-Foolish-Footles - Man's Best Friend

Overweight Terrier:
   Porky
   Yorkie
Un-cool Terrier:
   Dorky
   Yorkie

Spaniel dog breeder:
   Cocker
   Stocker
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
   Cocker
   Mocker
Book on how to care for Cockers:
   Spaniel
   Manuel
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
   Cocker
   Soccer
Then showers and dresses by its:
   Cocker
   Locker

Dachshund headgear:
   Weenie
   Beenie
Grouchy Dachshund:
   Meany
   Weenie
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
   Teenie
   Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
Dachshund making critcal life choices:
   Eenie
   Weenie...

Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
   Collie
   Folly
Reared in a loving environnment, she was a rather:
   Jolly
   Collie
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
   Raleigh
   Collie
To commemorate her frequent (and often rowdy) visits to N.O. a streetcar was renamed the:
   Collie
   Trolley

Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
   Legal
   Beagle
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
   Regal
   Beagle
Now a celebrity, he even had an entourage of nubile young female beagles named:
   Snoopy's
   Groupies
Eventually, he met his soul mate, married her in Westminster Abbey and it is rumored that they engaged in numerous and somewhat kinky sessions of:
    Snoopy
    Whoopie




Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013


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ANIMAL COURT

I relate this story from my room in the Quiet Vale Giggling Academy

A reader might find my story hard to believe
BUT!
At one time in my life –
As a matter of fact quite recently –
I had just finished Dr. Doolittle’s great study
‘Talk to the Animals”
And after several months of following Doolittle’s observations
Found I could actually understand animal talk
Which was really just grunts    growls and bodily motions –
Tail switches
Chop-licking
Lurches
Farts 
Things such as that

Quite by accident
While walking in the woods one day
I happened on a scene
A robin told me was ‘animal court’
Resided over by Judge Grump
At once I noticed a huge lion
Seated on a stump
His heavy tail thumping the back of the stump
“When Grump thumps the stump court will come to order
And when Grump thumps the stump    all better listen!” sang the robin
There were a number of spectators  -
Squirrels
Possums
Raccoons
Deer
Birds 
All chattering at once
So that Grump had to thump the stump many times
Growling horrendously till they stopped chattering
There was no jury
No lawyers
Just this marvelously striped tiger
Tail down
Standing in front of Grump seated on his stump
I assumed the tiger was the defendant
The lion judge began with a thump of the stump
“You are accused of eating your best friend
Is that correct?”
The tiger swished his tail
“Yes”
“A dachshund named Stretch
Is that correct?”
The tiger swished his tail
“Yes’
“Sad” the lion judge continued
“You were reported to have done everything together –
Touched noses
Sniffed out-holes
Even wrestled together
Such fine friends
What could have caused such an action on your part?”
At this point the attending group began chattering vigorously
The lion judge    Grump    thumped the stump
Thumped
And thumped
As thumping the stump wasn’t loud enough he growled
Finally the crowd quieted
“How could you do such a thing to your friend    Stretch
I’m stumped.”
The tiger looked around
Eyes blazing
Jowls dripping
Gorgeous stripes undulating    blazing in the sun
Tail swishing in manner of reply
“I was hungry” he said
“Case dismissed!” said Grump
With a thump of the stump!


Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2009


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Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.

11.14.14


Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014


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Chloee and Reginald The Stand Down Dachshund Comedians


One

Chloee? Yes Reginald! 
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!

Two

Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low blow Chloee. You wish Reginald, you wish!

Three

Reginald? Yes Chloee! I was at the park with my owner playing
Frisbee. As I watched the Frisbee I wondered why it was getting 
bigger and bigger as it came towards me than it hit me.

Four

Chloee? Yes Reginald!
I was just lying down in the park the other day watching a Labrador 
chasing his tail an' I thought ain't that amazing how easily amused 
Labradors are! Then I realized I was watching the Labrador chase his tail.

Five

Reginald? Yes Chloee! I've written a poem it goes like this.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme. And some don't!"

Six

Chloee? Yes Reginald! I was at a restaurant, I ordered a chicken sandwich, 
but I don’t think the waitress understood me. Because she said,
“How would you like your eggs?” So I tried to answer her anyhow. I said, 
“Incubated! And then raised, and then beheaded, and then plucked, 
and then cut up, and then put onto a grill, and then put onto a bun. 
Damn! It’s gonna take a while. I don’t have time. Scrambled!”

The Finale

A Dachshund walks under a bar. I mean walks into a bar. Goes to the
bar and sits down. Asks the bartender "can I have a Budweiser Light 
Beer" the bartender serves him and informs him "that will be seven dollars".
The Dachshund pays. The bartender keeps looking at the Dachshund. 
Finally the Dachshund yells "What?" The bartender explains "no I'm 
sorry we just never get Dachshunds in this bar." The Dachshund replies 
"I'm not surprised...at seven dollars for a beer..."

The Encore

Reginald? Yes Chloee! When you cut your nails, do you file them?
Yes Chloee as a matter of fact I do! Pity! I just throw mine out!

 Curtains!
01~10~2015
Sponsor: rob carmack
Contest: Daschunds


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


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DACHSHUND

Some folks call me a sausage dog I think they couldn’t be meaner It’s not my fault I’m long and short And look like a misshapen wiener I’ve got four stumpy little legs So my tummy is near to the ground My owner’s take me for a drag not a walk Guess that's why they named me Cigarette! 01~16~15 Contest: Dachshunds – Rob Carmack ~awarded 9th place~ Premiere Contest #13 sponsored by SKAT


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Dewi the Dachshund


When I walk, my chest nearly touches the floor
With tail wagging madly I know I can score.

The judges look at my teeth and nails
I give that steely look that never fails.

My coat is brushed to a high sheen
I am the proudest dog you have ever seen.

Bred to scent, chase and flush out
Rabbits and badgers, with my long snout.

I might be small but a tough customer
Lion hearted  to defend  my master.
,
So don’t look at size look at content
Judges chose me to win the old codgers contest

With rosette on my collar, nearly as big as my head
I walk around the show arena, thinking, where’s my bed.

Gone are the days when out in the fields I would run
Now I would rather lie in the garden and soak up the sun 


Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015


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A Compilation of Fickle Foolish Footles

FOOTLES FOR THE BIRDS AND THE BEASTS - 

Bad-ass old bear:
    Grizzly
    Grizzly

Dachshund making critical life choices:
     Eenie
     Weenie...

Cougar from Arizona:
    Yuma
    Puma

Cowardly Cock-a-Doodle-Doer:
    Chicken
    Chicken

Slave Driving Beaver:
    Dam it
    Damn it!

Aptly named female feathered friend:
    Robin
    Robin
 
Alaska poacher gets mauled by a:
    Polar's
    Molars

Overweight Terrier:
    Porky
    Yorkie

Scavenger Mores:
    Vulture
    Culture

After sex, bears often share a:
    Yogi
    Stogie

Neutered Tomcat:
    Benign
    Feline

Wolf in Sheep’s clothing:
     Mutton
     Glutton

Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
     Teenie
     Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
.........................................

RANDOM AND RATHER REDICULOUS FOOTLES -  

Overweight law enforcement official:
    Whopper
    Copper

Overweight Janitor:
    Whopper 
    Mopper

Spaced-out church officer:
   Freekin’ 
   Deacon

Church officer forced to depend on Depends:
   Leakin'
   Deacon

Unhappy restaurant client:
    Diner
    Whiner

Cosa Nostra restaurant special:
    Mobster
    Lobster

Yep, you guessed it. A criminal Crustacean:
    Lobster
    Mobster 

Why did she slap me? All I did was:
    Toot her
    Hooter

Careless Urologist:
    Pecker
    Wrecker




Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015


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Neighborhood lunch - Jan Allison Style


Neighborhood lunch 

I once saw a cat very hyper
This fine feline needed a diaper
For when she would go
She put on a show
Meowing for someone to wipe her

She pranced through the yard just complaining 
Her voice from meowing now straining
She started to leave
Not hard to believe
The small smelly package remaining

She couldn’t be bothered to bury
Not like other cats, don’t you worry
It’d stay in the yard
Until it got hard
And flies came around in a hurry

When up walked a dachshund named Rummy
Who liked when you rubbed on his tummy
He barked, “lookie there”
“My neighbor did share”
While licking his lips he howled “Yummy”



Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017


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NAUGHTY DOGGIE


A jiggling rush of energy
Wags along our messed-up stair
As Lullie huffs with a naughty glee,
To cause mayhem beyond compare!

My dachshund begs to play tag -game
With flopping of ears , this just disarms;
While dog’s trick to win is one big shame
She guards me dear from any harm.

Lullie sleeps often in my bed
Her belly twirling all around;
I wonder of mischief ahead
Till fingers trace a rounder mound.

Oh baby pups arrive, although
Lullie's mate, that I'll never know!



Shadow Hamilton's Pets
 ~ A true story ~
11/28/2014>




Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014


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The Dachshund

As a pup she sailed through the air
Jumping from chair to chair
An eagle's elegant poise void
Just a thud 'pon the air

Those short legs carried her swiftly
As her chest drug the ground
Most all small furry creatures drew
A bristle and grrrr sound

Her red coat matched her fiery growl
As enemies she faced
Until that brave cat stood her ground
And a red dachshund chased

The moral of this story is
Don't get all bristled up
You might meet your match dear friend
In a small dachshund  pup 

Sponsor: Rob Carmach
Contest: Dachshunds
Written: January 26, 2015
I puppy sat and now dog sit my daughter's dachshund
Her personality is still the same fiery..
Fiery can have either two or three syllables
I used it as two..
This is a form of Poulter's measure..


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015


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Dachshund Footles

Dachshund headgear:
Weenie
Beenie

Frankfurter for a Dachshund:
Weenie
Weenie

Grouchy Dachshund:
Meany
Weenie

Proportionally, a male Dachshund has a:
Teenie
Weenie
(But size isn't everything)

Dachshund making critical life choices:
Eeenie
Weenie...




Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015


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A Tap-Dancer

I saw a tap-dancer with Squirming sheaf of vigor Toes tapping as if dancing. Is he hoping for a rendezvous? His Dachshund-clan romance? Prancing around like ponies With gentle nose, silent eyes With sweet licks and nuzzles. Care free clan, if they like it It can never be of anyone else. If they take it anything from anywhere It’s theirs and of nobody else’s. The four legged hairy puppets With all the fascinating features. I don’t think a dachsie thinks of money Or fame or other worldly pleasures But thinking of the pure love of God Remembering always those moments By waggling his tail with pure love and joy. When He made him to brighten up The day of Adam and Eve and then Christening them as “dog”, a reflection Of His own as one looks into the mirror.
January 20, 2015 Form : Free verse Contest:Dachshunds


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2015


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My Little Dachshund

My little dachshund is such a pest,
   when I'm writing he just won't rest.
He grabs the ball and comes sashaying in
   trying to gain my attentions solely on him.
I resist at first, determined to continue writing
   but his persistence is quite inspiring.
Once or twice is never enough, 
  he's a little dog hidden in the rough.
Before I throw the ball he is away
  standing, holding, waiting for the play.
I raise my arm and point to left then to right
  but he knows this game and holds steady in spite.
My little friend is wise beyond his years
  and there he goes running to my cheers.
He returns with satisfaction, holding tight the ball
   knowing at some point Ill say "That's all."
I can't resist that tiny face
  and in the yard we each take our place.
We play our games, applauding each new feat
  then go inside for a special treat.


Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015


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My Neighbor's Dachshund



My next door neighbor has a little dog
Who lives his life close to the ground
They laughingly call him "Stretch"
A  much sweeter dog cannot be found

Stretch has an" I can do it" attitude
He tries and tries to jump the fence
Now really, its just my own opinion
But I think he's more than a little dense

He tries to bring in the morning paper
Between his legs he lets it drag along
Almost every day he trips and falls
Never able to figure out what's wrong

He brings a bit of fun to the neighborhood
We gladly doggie- sit when they're away
This goofy little dog with six inch legs
Has a  way of brightening up our day


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015


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miniature dachshund

Small and mighty,little and proud
One of the weeniest doggies around
but don't let size fool you, you're in for a treat
I am one of the bravest and loyalest you'll meet

The comical clown who just loves to play
I'll take no time to train if you show me the way
I'll play with your slippers, and sleep on your bed
and then when you're sleeping,lick your face, neck and head.

some say I am yappy but i swear its all rumors 
My sharp high-pitched bark is just meant for intruders
I'll roll on my back and let you rub my tummy
I'll do anything for a small treat, if its yummy

potty training can take a while they say
but remember that Rome wasn't built in a day.
oh and dogs can be gassy so please beg my pardon
and I may dig the occasional hole in the garden

But if you're looking to take on a new life long friend
and you promise to care for me right to the end
you don't need to search far or start looking around
choose the 'doxie', the dachshund, the 'sausage dog' hound!












Copyright © melanie jennings | Year Posted 2015


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Something

Something created. Does the creator think ahead
or spill a storm. Rain happens. We supply the
reasons. Evaporation of water collecting over
huge expanses, condensed and pushed as clouds
over the land. We say it makes us sad or depressed.
We want to cry.

You describe the America you know and if you
are ashamed of yourself for what you see, you lie.
Or don't look. Loud noises of automobiles and
fumes. Today in Riverside Park, leaning on a rail,
the dead leaves and snow reminded me how far
from nature and life I am. The snow blew
in from the west. People passed in a smooth
slow line in front of me. Dogs trailing one
another. People hiding until crises bring them
out. Their dog smells another dog between the legs.
The master runs over to stop him. Maybe he
thinks they're going to fight. Doesn't want his
big German shepherd to hurt her dachshund.

Guy runs past in gray sweats on his tip-toes.
Glances at me. Another passes in blue sweats. Looks
longer. They think I'm a mugger. They are not
sexually attracted. I'm an opponent. I want something
they have. I look surly. Why aren't I out
running, disciplining myself, making myself healthy,
doing something. What brings you out here. You're not
doing anything but watching us and staring at the ground.

            Walking down Broadway I realized I've never lived here and still don't. Two women window shopping is strange to me. They talk about the clothes. They are friends. I slow down, I don't feel so cold. Stroll, looking at people is like a sunny day and it's a carnival. Streets different in different weather. Rainy nights are good. Cold rainy nights. Bars filled and warm. Streets empty and cold. People pass and look as members of a fraternity. They need someone and don't hide it. They will try anyone out for one night. They have tea together. They go for a drink in some neutral place. They go straight to bed in the dark. They can't see the face.







Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015


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Kids Love Funny Dogs

She wouldn't win a beauty prize,
My funny little Muffin.
She wasn't very much for size,
But she could keep me huffin'.

We'd play a game of hide and seek.
I'd seek and she would run.
I'd be so tired I couldn't speak.
She'd still be having fun.

She watched him hide his pretty eggs
When the Easter Bunny came.
As the children ran to hunt in pairs,
She joined their happy game.

Their short legs were longer than
The short  ones  that she wore.
For each egg going in a sack,
She'd find a dozen more.

We tried to take them from her and
She'd look at us and grin.
Her mouth was faster than our hands
As another egg went in.

I've had dogs that were more faithful
And superior in size,
But at being glad and gleeful
Funny Muffin wins the prize.

Grandkids love to hear the story
Of how Muffin stole the eggs.
And of how funny she looked running on
Her little Dachshund legs.
.


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015


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Fragment

There was scent of a fire in the call of the wind from a few blocks away, I could smell it today... someone burning a pile, in this first day of fall Leaves and debris, with smoke on the bend It darkened the sky of the September light with fragments of char, as dark as the night It drifted our way, and into the breeze, and it lifted the ash that caught in the fray, bits fluttering down then, onto our lawn, with fringes of gray A scrap from the classifieds, of newspaper ads A fragment, not burned, with a portion so sad just a singe on the edge, on the fringe of my day A scrap now was pending........and I dreaded the end I read someone's query, and my worries were tossed to the smoke-singed sureness, of a pet that had been lost ~ For those moments we had owned her, she was lost and alone Hungry and howling, on that cold autumn day It was a star-crossed encounter, a dachshund we had found We would feed her, and bed her, had asked all around and a with a few passing days.....she had found a new home. Here in our hearts, becoming our own A name we had chosen, she came when we called but today ...now I know, she is not ours, at all... The wind off the river, pushing paper and leaves fragments of yesterday fluttering our way......... Spinning on down, every twist, every turn changing the moment......without being heard Small bitter pieces are coming our way changing small fragments, and the heart of today.
______________________________________________


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013


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Baseball Trash Can Cats Vs Downtown Stray

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy Legs Lynx,
his pitching fast and usually sinks.
Throwing for Strays is lefty Greyhound,
he’s tall and lanky but throws very sound.

Dogs take the field, Manx cat at the plate, 
the balls streaking by, he’s swinging too late.
Three strikes he’s out, Greyhound’s having a day,
the Bobtail cat will be next up to play. 

First pitch is low, ump calls it a ball,
the next one’s inside, a very close call.
Greyhound next pitches a ball with great speed,
Bobtail cat swings, bat up to the deed.

High into the air the baseball did soar,
Rocky Retriever swift ran to the chore.
Over the fence it finally had spun,
Cats have the early lead zero to one.

Sam Siamese next hit to first base,
Billy Beagle was right in his place.
Tagged Sam Siamese, out by a snout,
going to be a tough game without a doubt.

Black Bombay was next to at bat,
this was a dangerous black batting cat.
Greyhound threw three balls, speed lighting fast,
Black Bombay cat was not long to last.

Ok fans, Trash Can Cats take the field,
Downtown Stray, the bat skillfully to wield.
First up at bat will be Pauly the Pug,
he’s a bit short but oh boy can he slug.

Crazy Legs Lynx lets a ball go,
Pauly Pug drew back but was a bit slow.
The next ball was placed for Pauly just grand,
Pauly bunted, on first base he did land.

Freddy Fox Hound will next take at bat,
eyeing the pitcher he’ll cream that fast cat,
The next pitch did come blazing toward him,
curving left to right his chances were slim.

The crack of the bat and off the ball went, 
into left field the ball, quickly, was sent.
Left fielder Maine Coon cat ran for the ball,
Pauly Pug on first base never did stall.

Pug rounded the bases, a cloud of dust,
running for home plate, as he knew he must.
Russian Blue cat was catching home plate,
Maine Coon cats throw just a bit late.

Pauly Pug crossed the plate, the score was tied,
Freddy Fox Hound gave that ball quite a ride.
The next two Stray batters went down in smoke,
an epic baseball game, this is no joke.

The afternoon wore on, battle royal,
both teams competing with highest moral.
Pitchers dueling in highest degree,
all of their skill for everyone to see.

We come at last to the bottom of nine,
Trash Can Cats now weren’t doing so fine.
The score in the ninth still tied one to one,
if Downtown dogs scored the game would be done.

Springer Spaniel up to take his turn,
three times passed Spaniel that fast ball would burn.
Dan Dachshund followed, next in the order,
three pitches all strikes, right on the border.

Bulldog next up, last hold out of hopes,
with slow confidence, to the plate he lopes.
Bulldog practices a swing, thunderous might,
set not to go home a loser tonight.

Stepped to the plate, gave the pitcher a glare,
planning a hit with no mercy to spare.
The first pitch a blur no chance for a swing,
went so fast, he didn’t see the darn thing.

Next pitch was low and they called it a ball,
he stepped off the plate, the pitcher to stall.
Here came a pitch it curved to inside,
Bulldog took a big swing, losing his pride.

Then two more balls were to follow that day,
three balls two strikes on the count they would say.
Next pitch coming, he could see the darn thing,
he reared back and gave his most vicious swing.

The crack of the bat shocked even him,
the Trash Can Cats future now looked dim.
Howe Himalayan cat ran at top speed,
so hoping to catch this game winning deed. 

The crowd were all standing, waiting to see,
the out come this blast from Bulldog would be.
The ball flew so high, then began to fall,
finally landed way over the wall.

The crowd gave a cheer and shouted as one, 
the Downtown Stray had successfully won.
Both teams met in the middle of the field,
shaking of hands, their friendship was sealed.


Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©


Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016


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Kids Gotta Love Funny Doggie Footles

Dachshund headgear:
    Weenie
    Beenie

Frankfurter for a Dachshund:
    Weenie
    Weenie

Grouchy Dachshund:
    Meany
    Weenie

Un-cool Terrier:
     Dorky
     Yorkie

A Terrier who pigs out too often might become a:
     Porky
     Yorkie

Spaniel dog breeder:
     Cocker
     Stocker

Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
     Cocker
     Mocker

Book on how to care for Cockers:
     Spaniel
     Manuel

Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
     Cocker
     Soccer

Then showers and dresses by its:
     Cocker
     Locker

Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
     Collie
     Folly

Reared in a loving environment, she was a rather:
     Jolly
     Collie

Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
     Raleigh
     Collie

To commemorate her frequent visits to New Orleans, a streetcar was renamed the:
     Collie
     Trolley

Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
     Legal
     Beagle

Which of course drove:
    Snoopy
    Loopy

Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
     Regal
     Beagle

Now a celebrity, he is blessed with an entourage of young beagle admirers named:
     Snoopy's
     Groupies


*Submitted for The Funny Kid’s Poem Contest sponsored by Team Poetry Soup



Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015


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Dachshund

Dachshund is a banana skin:
Short like a cigarette butt,
Big eyes like two snooker balls,
Wide ears like the vessel's flags,
Legs  interlocked like a letter X,
Long trunk like a train on the track,
All buttock like a kangaroo.
If I should meet it on my way out,
I will retract home and recite a psalm.


Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015


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THE DACHSHUND

My name is Franz Ferdinand
I’m a Dachshund not a band!
I come in coats 1,2 and 3
2 sizes - standard and mini
My coats are smooth or wire or long
Short on legs, my back’s not strong
but take me to a badger hill,
 I’ll dig and dig and won’t stop till
I do the job that must be done 
And get those badgers on the run.


Copyright © ANGELA BYRNE | Year Posted 2008


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WEENIE PRINCESS





Patches of choco brown and black wrap my fur with long hotdog body, I roll in loops, “ Hershey” is what they fondly name me flopping ears as mice and ants rush for a kill… and with the kids, nose snuggles for tickle feast while Mom runs amuck with suds on her hair; these bug me, bathing and trimming of nails. When holidays come, it’s fashion show time like a German spy, I nibble the costumes feigning sleep as teeth snarl those threads! Loyal and cute, my almond eyes wink to charm… but bark I do when strangers knock , and Hannah, our neighbor trembles as I “arf” at her mere scent. I love to sneak out the gate to play and goof off; one day, a runaway thrill off the street did harm… a rogue snatched me , bugged my neck hearing faint shouts, “ Hershey, come back!” Oh,I miss the awful hair washes, patter of kids’ feet, warm cuddles, and dog gone evening tricks. For eight years, I reigned as a Weenie princess… Now, I look at the stars and touch my family’s faces. ----------- *it’s been 3 years since our dachshund, Hershey, got lost. My nephews and I miss her! rob carmack's Dachshunds Contest


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012


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Dog Day Footles

WET POOCH
Soggy
Doggy

A SLEEPY BEAGLE
Droopy
Snoopy

PEDIGREED DOG
Real Fine
Canine

NOISY LITTLE ANKLE-BITER
Yipper
Nipper

A DACHSHUND WITH A SHINY COAT
Sheeny
Weeny

A COURAGEOUS DACHSHUND
Moxie
Dachsy

A DISGRUNTLED LABRADOR RETRIEVER
Crabby
Labby


Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013