The Life and Times of Weasel The Wonder Wiener

Meet Weasel The Wonder Wiener

This little man is the light of my life. Weasel is half Dachshund, half Jack Russell Terrier.

He was born October 18, 2002 - and came into my life several days before Christmas.

His mom is a pure white Jack Russell, dad is a silky Dachshund, or as my teenagers like to say, a 'hairy wiener'. As you can see, he acquired his stunning great looks from his dad.

What you cannot see is the attitude acquired from his mom. Weasel is an interesting mix, he has the long body, snout and ears of a dachshund, combined with strong terrier like legs.

Unlike dachshunds, Weasel can jump quite high and run very fast. This 16 pound wonder wiener is oblivious to how incredibly tiny he is and never misses an opportunity to let Jack, our 100 pound black lab, know who is boss around this house.

It is a good thing Jack tolerates Weasel, especially considering Weasel's tiny head fits snugly stuffed in Jack's mouth. The two dogs are best buddies and lifelong pals.

Over the years many dogs have come and gone, all of them unique in their own way, but Weasel is my special boy.

Without a doubt he is mamma's baby and knows how to work it like a pro. It does not take much effort to 'weasel' his way to an extra snack, belly rub, or game of fetch.

He came to me weighing in at a whopping two pounds 9 ounces of pure sweetness. His long torso, long tail, and slender snout lead to naming him Weasel. As time went on and his personality developed it was abundantly clear how appropriate his name is.

The family jokes about Weasel being a blanket 'ho', meaning he never misses an opportunity to 'weasel' his way under the covers. Most of the time any blanket will do, but he is particularly territorial about HIS blanket, the one we wrapped him in when he was a tiny pup.


Several weeks ago Weasel made a new friend, a baby magpie whom my teenage sons have named "Pecker". *Groan*

Pecker is quite the bold little bird. Most of the time he will perch himself on the rim of our backyard basketball hoop and squawk incessantly until Weasel comes out to "play".

If Pecker has to wait very long he will land on our deck, hop around, and peck on the sliding glass patio door. This will go on until someone lets Weasel out.


Everyone gets a good belly laugh watching Pecker tease and taunt the dog. The bird will perch itself in one spot and commence to screeching and squawking.

And they're off...

Weasel barks, Pecker squawks. The dog yelps, the bird will screech. Of course there is no chance in the world the dog will ever catch the bird. Magpies are cunning, fast flying birds. If I thought for one moment the bird was in danger I would put an immediate stop to their game.

Pecker plays Weasel like a cheap fiddle and is fond of flying to and landing on the rail along the deck. The dog races through the yard to reach the top stair only to see the bird fly back to his perch on the basketball hoop. This game will go on and on until one of us tires of hearing these two crazy animals battle it out.

One of these days Pecker will fly south for the winter... I wonder if he will return to play again next summer.

Coming soon... Pecker Pictures!