Miniature doxies for adoption

02/18/2026

Would you like to see my Valentines?
A new friend to go with my other friend. Since I’m by myself, I get lots of stuffy’s treats, but I don’t have anyone else to play with.

02/18/2026

Deep snow and tiny dachshund legs ✨

02/18/2026

Live action shots from the Winter Olympic Games 2026 🎿🐶

02/18/2026

Sausage dog girls night

02/18/2026

02/18/2026

Winter Olympics 2026: Weiner edition 😂😆

02/18/2026

😢His original family changed their mind. 👀 for a NEW loving lap next week. 😍

02/18/2026

I was seventeen when I found him. My parents said, “Absolutely not.”

I had started volunteering at the animal shelter for a school project—just to complete my community service hours, nothing more. I didn’t even like dogs that much. I was a cat person. Dogs felt loud, intense, and like too much responsibility.

Then I met the wire-haired Dachshund in Kennel 14.

A tiny, scruffy wire-haired Dachshund, about five months old. His previous owner “didn’t realize how stubborn, vocal, and attention-loving he would be,” so they surrendered him. He was terrified. He stayed tucked beneath his blanket, peeking out with cautious eyes. Whenever someone walked by, he would give a small, shaky bark—not aggressive, just scared. Like he was trying to sound braver than he felt.

I started spending my entire shifts with him. I would just sit inside the kennel—not touching him, not talking, just being there. After two weeks, he finally crept close enough to sniff my hand. After three, he curled up beside my shoe and fell asleep, his tiny body finally relaxed.

The shelter staff told me he had been there for four months. “People think Dachshunds are easy because they’re small,” they said. “But the shy, stubborn ones get overlooked. He’s running out of time.”

I went home and made a PowerPoint presentation for my parents. I’m serious—twelve slides. Cost breakdowns. Training research. Information about Dachshund temperament, loyalty, and their huge personalities in tiny bodies. There was even a whole section titled, “Why One Small Dog Can Make a Big Difference.” 📊

My mom laughed. My dad said “absolutely not” fourteen times.

I didn’t give up.

I showed them videos of his little tail wagging like a fuzzy metronome. I forwarded articles about Dachshund intelligence, devotion, and how deeply they bond with one person. I offered to pay for everything with money from my part-time job. I even wrote them a handwritten letter explaining why this mattered so much to me.

Six weeks later, my dad drove me to the shelter. He didn’t say a word the whole way.

When they brought him out, he waddled straight toward me—this scruffy, brave little shadow climbing into my lap like he had already decided I was home. My dad stood there watching for a long time.

“He chose you,” he said quietly.

I looked at him. “Yeah, Dad. He really did.”

He signed the papers.

That was three years ago. Now Rusty is a long-bodied, whisker-faced Dachshund with endless attitude and a heart twice his size—still convinced he’s the king of the couch and my permanent shadow. 🐾 My dad pretends he barely tolerates him, but I have photo evidence of Rusty sleeping on his chest like a tiny, snoring beard.

Sometimes the right family finds you. And sometimes a stubborn teenager makes a PowerPoint and refuses to let go. ❤️🐶

02/15/2026

Mabel, a sausage dog who escaped her owners and ran across the M4 near Chippenham on Friday, has been found safe. 💜

It follows efforts by Search and Scan, Drone SAR and Wiltshire Lost Dog Tracking volunteers on Saturday. She has now been reunited with her owners.

02/15/2026

I mean, it’s a weird looking cat… but still pretty cute

02/15/2026

It’s the day of LOVE…. Will you be my valentine? 💌❤️🌹

02/15/2026

Headed to the airport!! This little man is going to Florida! 😉😁