TBT: Shubi & Me

Hi All! I wanted to share my story about how I became owned by a Dachshund!

In 1989 my husband brought me to Starnberg, Germany, this is just south of Munich, to meet his dear friends Lucie and Otto. I was a new bride and nervous about meeting his longtime friends. As I sat in their living room, in bounded a small vivacious pup named Shubi, who was a wire-haired Dachshund. Shubi spoke no English, and I spoke no German, but it did not matter. It was love at first sight! Shubi climbed into my lap and we kissed and that was it.

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Me and the original Shubi.

For the next week wherever I went, I was followed by this love-struck little man. When we parted I cried and all I would say to my husband was, “I want a little Shubi dog!” We made four more trips to Munich over the next four years and it was always the same. Shubi became my love while I was there.

Sadly, in 1994 Shubi escaped his fenced-in yard and was hit by a car. I grieved for so long. And so did Lucie.

At Christmas this year we learned that Otto was ill and in February 1995 we went back to Germany to see Otto and Lucie. The house was oddly still with no little man running around the house. It just was not the same cheery home. I said to Lucie at lunch that we should go and find little puppies and have them together. Otto heard us and while we were out shopping he found an ad for Rauhhaar Dackels, or in English, Wire Haired Dachshunds.

It was 35 kilometers east of Munich to go to the home of the puppies, but we all piled into the car and off we went to Landshut. An hour later we walked into the kitchen of the Lanzingers. There, in a small basket on the floor were three baby dachshunds. I went over and a little face looked up and tried to jump up to me. I picked her up and that was it. She looked me over, decided that I would do, and after kissing my face clean, she settled into my arms and snuggled.   Lucie picked up a little boy pup and we were off.

I kept trying to think up a good name for my baby when my husband, who had been oddly silent said,” All I have heard for years is ‘I want a Shubi dog’, the dog’s name is Shubi. And thus our Shubi adopted us as her parents, and her responsibility in life. Lucie named Shubi’s brother, Toni.

img333  At the Munich Airport.

I feared bringing a pup back to the states would be difficult, but it wasn’t. She was three months old, had her shots, and once we purchased a doggie passport and bought her a ticket we were all set. Shubi road Business Class with us from Munich to New York. She was wonderful on the plane and my husband rushed her out as soon as we cleared customs, to the parking area next to the terminal. Bravo Shubi! She did just what she was supposed to.

Shubi was warm, and funny, and stubborn and sweet, and good, and made me feel like I was the most important person in her life. My husband, who believed that White German Shepherds were the only dogs in the world, changed his mind and now adores dackels too.

Shubi learned English, was housebroken quickly and ruled the whole house, and I was happier than I ever thought it was possible to be!

And right now I know that I will never be without a “Shubi Dog” ever again!

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TBT: My Little Shubi

The last Christmas I spent with my little love doggy, Shubi, was in 2005. She sure was one of a kind and full of love and cuddling. She has been gone for a long while now, but her memory lingers on. She was my first wire-haired dachshund, although her coat was a little soft, and not scruffy like Greta and Arnie and Anneliese. But what a wonderful companion she was!

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I loved her with my whole heart and she loved me. I think of her often and sometimes I have dreamt she was with me once again.

 

TBT: Shubi & Me

SUNSETThis is Shubi and me as we sat on a little bench overlooking our lake at sunset. This was taken the summer we built our house. Shubi was my little sunshine and one of the sweetest dogs ever!

img333Shubi and I traveled all over Europe. She had her own little Doggy Passport and she was simply a wonderful flier and so polite at restaurants and hotels!

shubi and meWe had a motorcoach for a while and drove all over the USA and Canada. Shubi was amazing and spent most of her time riding right in my lap!

HONEY (2)She really was the light in my life. She gave me more than I could ever have given her. She was greatly loved.

Picture from 2002 2003 058Shubi was born on December 1, 1995, in Landshut, Germany. She was my first wirehaired dackel! She lived just ten years and died young due to illness. But I can look back and smile at our wonderful ten years, because of what a great time we had together!

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A Shubi Story

I’ve been thinking so much about my very first wire-haired dachshund named, Shubi. She was a remarkable pup and she traveled with me everywhere.

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The beginning of her life started in Bavaria, and then after we “adopted” her she came home with us to Florida. As Jack was still flying then, I would bring Shubi and we would fly to Europe and meet him.

Shubi learned early on, to be quiet on an airplane. She knew to lie under a table at the European restaurants we went to, and most of all, she learned to be at peace, as long as she was with her Mommy and Daddy.

During one of our trips, we were heading to Northern Italy, but as it was getting late, we stopped at a Gasthaus in Austria. As we checked in, the owner told us to put Shubi in our room and he would make us a meal.

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Now Shubi wasn’t happy about being left in this strange room, but as we left she sat down and was resigned to her plight.

We had a very nice hot meal and then headed back to our room. As we opened the door, there was Shubi sitting on a tabletop next to the door. The shocking thing was, the table was 3 feet off the floor, with no chair or any other way for Shubi to have gotten on top of it!

To this very day, I do not know, how one with such little legs, was able to get up on that table.

Yet, there she was. Sitting on top of that table waiting for us! The look of loving reproach was on her little face, but once I fed her and walked her she was just fine.

Shubi was an amazing girl, and I will miss her all of my days. The photo below was taken as I walked through a lovely forest in Bavaria with my friend, Otto. He and his wife had Shubi’s brother. And at my side is Miss Shubi. Always she was with me.

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TBT: Shubi & Me

This picture was taken during a vacation in 1997. Twentythree years ago. We were visiting New Hampshire (At the time we were living in Florida), and we drove up to Weirs Beach, in Laconia. Here I am holding my first wire-haired dackel, Shubi! It’s hard to believe it has been 23 years!

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We stopped so Shubi could take a run down by the water. The beach was deserted, and it was a perfect time. Or it was until a man with a large dog came to the beach and his dog was off-leash too! Poor little Shubi was so scared, she ran to the end of the jetty and jumped into the lake! His dog just stood there looking confused!

The man ran quickly and he jumped in and rescued Shubi, while Jack went to see if we had a blanket in our car. I can still see this rather comical event in my mind. Shubi was fine, just wet and in the end, we had a good laugh. The man’s dog was a nice one, although there was no convincing Shubi. I’m glad I have this picture to remind me of that fun day!

MAINE1Me with my much loved Shubi.

TBT: Shubi, The Dackel Princess

Before there was Greta. Before there were Arnie and Anneliese. There was my very first sweetheart, Wirehaired Dackel, Shubi.

The First Dackel Princess!

Shubi was born in Landshut, Bavaria, Germany, on December 1st, 1995. We brought her back to the USA in February 1996.

Shubi and mom

We were over visiting our friends in Starnberg, Bavaria, Germany, and we decided, sort of spur of the moment, to get Wirehaired Dackels together. We got Shubi, pictured above, and they got her brother, Toni.

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Shubi was my best friend back then. I was going through a lot of things, and Shubi was the balm for my soul. With her, I felt completely loved and adored, and she was the one being that helped heal my heart.

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Shubi had a great life with us. We took her everywhere. We flew with her to Germany several times and traveled through Austria and into Italy with her as well. Wherever we went, Shubi made friends. Both Jack and I adored her.

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Shubi died shortly after her 10th birthday. She had a rare disease called GME. It was so hard to see her fail. The picture above was taken the day before she passed from this life to Rainbow Bridge.

How very lucky I was to have had this wonderful companion. Shubi was one of a kind and I will always miss her.

My Dackel History

I wrote this back in 1996 when I joined a group of Dachshund owners. It tells the story of a woman who falls in love with a foreign doggy boy, only to find the greatest love of her life is the breed of dog that he is.

I wanted to share my story about how I grew to love Wire-Haired Dackels and how I became owned by one!

Eight years ago in 1988, my husband brought me to Starnberg, Germany, this is just south of Munich, to meet his dear friends Lucie and Otto. I was a new bride and nervous about meeting his longtime friends. As I sat in their living room, in bound a small vivacious pup named Shubi, who was a wire-haired Dachshund. Shubi spoke no English, and I spoke no German, but it did not matter. It was love at first sight! Shubi climbed into my lap and we kissed and that was it.

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The original Shubi!

For the next week where ever I went I was followed by this love-struck little man. When we parted I cried and all I would say to my husband was, “I want a little Shubi dog!” We made four more trips to Munich over the next four years and it was always the same. Shubi became my love while I was there.

Sadly, two years ago Shubi escaped his fenced-in yard and was hit by a car. I grieved for so long. And so did Lucie.

At Christmas in 1995 we learned that Otto was ill and in February 1996 we went back to Germany to see Otto and Lucie. The house was oddly still with no little man running around the house. It just was not the same cheery home. I said to Lucie at lunch that we should go and find little puppies and have them together. Otto heard us and while we out shopping he found an add for Rauhhaar Dackels, or in English, Wire Haired Dachshunds.

It was 35 kilometers east of Munich to go to the home of the puppies, but we all piled into the car and off we went to Landshut. An hour later we walked into the kitchen of the Lanzingers. There was a small basket on the floor where three baby dachshunds lay sleeping at first, and then they woke and started to squirm around. I went over and a little face looked up and tried to jump up to me.

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The first moment. My Shubi and me.

I picked her up and that was it. She looked me over, decided that I would do, and after kissing my face clean, she settled into my arms and snuggled. Lucie picked up a little boy pup and we were off.

I kept trying to think up a good name for my baby when my husband, who had been oddly silent said, “All I have heard for eight years is ‘I want a Shubi dog’, the dog’s name is Shubi.” And thus our Shubi adopted us as her parents, and her responsibility in life. Lucie named Shubi’s brother, Toni.

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I feared bringing a pup back to the states would be difficult, but it wasn’t. She was three months old, had her shots and once we purchased a doggie passport and bought her a ticket we were all set. Shubi road Business Class with us from Munich to New York. She was wonderful on the plane and my husband rushed her out as soon as we cleared customs, to the parking area next to the terminal. Bravo Shubi! She did just what she was supposed to.

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We have been owned by Shubi now for three months and I have never had a pup like her in my life. She is warm, and funny, and stubborn and sweet and good and makes me feel like I am the most important person in her life. My husband, who believed that White German Shepherds were the only dogs in the world, now cuddles with this small body of fur as we settle in for the night.

Our 5-year-old White Shepherd, Max is now ruled by this little lady. He watches out for her and plays ever so gently with her and even shares his dish with her.

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And when he gets out of line by chewing on a bone that Shubi decides that she just must have, and gets right in his face and barks and barks, he gives up the bone and allows her to take it.

Shubi has learned English, is all housebroken and now rules the whole house, and I am happier than I ever thought it was possible to be! We live in Florida and she has become a real southern belle!

And right now I know that I will never be without a “Shubi Dog” ever again!

It is now 2018, and Shubi has been gone for many years. I still think of her often and miss her sweet nature. However, she left me with a great love for all Wire-Haired Dackels. Before Shubi’s passing, we brought home from Germany, Greta in 2004. She has been a faithful and loving companion and gave us the greatest gift of Arnie and Anneliese. As I wrote back in 1996, I will never be without a Shubi dog ever again.

TBT: Baby Shubi

Our darling Shubi, our first wire-haired dachshund, was born in Landshut, Germany. She was the light of my life and although she has been gone ten years, I still miss her very much. Here is a picture that was taken the day we brought her home from the breeders.

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And here she is with Jack during her later years.

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Shubi only lived 10 years, due to a terrible illness called Granulomatous meningoencephalitis (GME) which  is an inflammatory disease of the central nervous system. We treated her with chemotherapy pills and prednisone, until we knew it was time to stop.

But she sure was a special dog and we enjoyed each and every day that we shared with her!

Getting Shubi (Written In 1996)

Hi All! I wanted to share my story about how I became owned by a Dachshund!

Eight years ago my husband brought me to Starnberg, Germany, this is just south of Munich, to meet his dear friends Lucie and Otto. I was a new bride and nervous about meeting his longtime friends. As I sat in their living room, in bounded a small vivacious pup named Shubi, who was a wire-haired Dachshund. Shubi spoke no English, and I spoke no German, but it did not matter. It was love at first sight! Shubi climbed into my lap and we kissed and that was it.

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For the next week where ever I went I was followed by this love struck little man. When we parted I cried and all I would say to my husband was, “I want a little Shubi dog!” We made four more trips to Munich over the next four years and it was always the same. Shubi became my love while I was there.

Sadly, two years ago Shubi escaped his fenced in yard and was hit by a car. I grieved for so long. And so did Lucie.

At Christmas this year we learned that Otto was ill and in February we went back to Germany to see Otto and Lucie. The house was oddly still with no little man running around the house. It just was not the same cheery home. I said to Lucie at lunch that we should go and find little puppies and have them together. Otto heard us and while we out shopping he found an add for Rauhhaar Dackels, or in English, Wire Haired Dachshunds.

 

It was 35 kilometers east of Munich to go to the home of the puppies, but we all piled into the car and off we went to Landshut. An hour later we walked into the kitchen of the Lanzingers. There in a small basket on the floor were three baby dachshunds. I went over and a little face looked up and tried to jump up to me. I picked her up and that was it. She looked me over, decided that I would do, and after kissing my face clean, she settled into my arms and snuggled.   Lucie picked up a little boy pup and we were off.

I kept trying to think up a good name for my baby when my husband, who had been oddly silent said,” All I have heard for eight years is ‘I want a Shubi dog’, the dog’s name is Shubi. And thus our Shubi  adopted us as her parents, and her responsibility in life. Lucie named Shubi’s brother, Toni.

     

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I feared bringing a pup back to the states would be difficult, but it wasn’t. She was three months old, had her shots and once we purchased a doggie passport and bought her a ticket we were all set. Shubi road Business Class with us from Munich to New York. She was wonderful on the plane and my husband rushed her out as soon as we cleared customs, to the parking area next to the terminal. Bravo Shubi! She did just what she was supposed to.

We have been owned by Shubi now for three months and I have never had a pup like her in my life. She is warm, and funny, and stubborn and sweet and good and makes me feel like I am the most important person in her life. My husband, who believed that White German Shepherds were the only dogs in the world, now cuddles with this small body of fur as we settle in for the night.

Our 5 year old White Shepherd is now ruled by this little lady. He watches out for her and plays ever so gently with her and even shares his dish with her. And when he gets out of line by chewing on a bone that Shubi decides that she just must have, and gets right in his face and barks and barks, he gives up the bone and allows her to take it.

Shubi has learned English, is all housebroken and now rules the whole house, and I am happier than I ever thought it was possible to be! We live in Florida and she has become a real southern belle!

And right now I know that I will never be without a “Shubi Dog” ever

again!

The Shubi Tails

Many years ago, (1996) I got my very first wire-haired dachshund. Her name was Shubi. Shubi was born in Landshut, Germany, and while visiting friends in Starnberg, Germany, we both lost our minds and our hearts and bought Shubi and her brother Toni.

Shubi and mom

Shubi was an amazing pup. She totally stole my heart, and my imagination. I would sort of day dream about her in these slightly wild adventures, and then laugh to myself, wondering if this was how Charles Schultz had started with Snoopy?

Anyway, I knew nothing about dachshunds, so I searched on the Internet for information and I found a group of men and women who were also dachshund fans.

At first I asked just general questions, as I learned about the breed. Then because I was new to computers, and my brain was working overtime, I started to write mini stories about Shubi and her adventures.

Most were well received, but the owner of the list wanted to keep it strictly, factual, health problems, so we started a new list called “The Circle of Friends”. And although we are not nearly as active as we once were, the list of friends remains in contact to this very day!

Anyway, the stories are short, sweet and at times funny. Most written from Shubi’s point of view. I thought I had lost them all, until recently, when I was using an old disc reader to see what pictures I had on those, and discovered all of the stories! It’s my hope that I can take those stories and make up some little books for Savannah and Quinn.

In the meantime I will try to put a story down here on Dackel Princess, with some pictures and see what you all think.

I am so happy to have found these silly stories!