Remembering Pip – Our Wire -Haired Miniature Dachshund

It is just coming up to the first anniversary of us losing our beloved wire-haired miniature dachshund Pip. Pip was 15 years old when we lost him, so even though he had had a long life I am sure those of you that have got or lost a dachshund will agree it really doesn’t matter what age they leave us as they always leave a big gap in our lives.

Pip was a fantastic dog who we absolutely adored. We didn’t have Pip from a puppy, he started his life with an old lady and he only came into our lives when he was 2 years old when the lady sadly passed away. We had often seen Pip and the old lady when they went out on walks and we always assumed he was a very old dog as the lady pushed him around in a shopping trolley!  It was only when she died and a neighbour asked if we could take him on that we discovered he was in fact 2 years old and could walk very well ! Mind you he would often take a strike on walks if he had had enough and insist on being carried for the remainder of the walk. Not always ideal when muddy!!

Pip had several incidents in his life; he had been run over, broken a leg and overcome his grief of losing the old lady he lived with. Unfortunately, he had been left with her when she died for two days and you could never lay down and go to sleep, as he would come over and start prodding you.

It took a while for Pip to settle with us. It was a big change going from living with one person to living in a family with two other dogs and a child. Pip soon found his feet and was always the pack leader and boss in our house.

Pip loved cake! Everyday he was apparently fed afternoon tea with the lady and his love of cake never left him. If there was cake about you had to watch out as Pip could sniff a cake out anywhere. When our daughter was young she used to come back from a party with her party bags and piece of cake and put it on the coffee table. Sure enough Pip would find it and eat it  much to her disappointment. I used to tell her to leave it in the kitchen so he could not reach it, but she always forgot and Pip always got the cake. On my daughters third birthday I had thrown out the remains of her birthday cake when my husband says ‘Where’s Pip?’ Of course I should have realised where he would be … sure enough he had found the cake and his head came out of the bin bag covered in baby pink butter icing!!

Pip was the boss in our house. He used to bark and moan until I fed him. He liked breakfast on time; as soon as he got up and he would not be quiet until he achieved his goal and got his food served. This is what I miss most about him…. the house just seems so quiet and our other two dachshunds often get breakfast late now as there is no Pip around to organise me.

One of our proudest moments was when Pip won ‘Best Overall in Show’ at a local fun dog show. Not bad for veteran – he was 13 years old. We all miss you Pip.

In loving memory of  Pip Bell 1997 – 2012

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