Adopted 16 December 2019 in Tulsa – died 18 June 2024 in Fayetteville
At 7:35am Christopher and I left Fayetteville headed for the Keenan’s home in Jenks, OK, to pick up Tobias, the 12-year old, food-aggressive, food-allergic, hypothyroid, coprophagic Dachshund that used to belong to David Liner in Houston. Eleven years later, toddlers, jobs, and wife Michelle's Dog Everette being often savaged by Tobias determined the latter's eviction. Given his age and temperament his chances of being properly rehomed were nil.
In 2008 David had “rescued Tobias from a rescue” in Turley, OK. A professional nurse and part-time Dachshund rescuer, kept 40 of the breed in a trailer -- a big heart often addles the mind. Tobias was one year old and suffered from ghiardia. To David’s enormous credit -- then a young man with many friends and interests other than cleaning stool -- he stuck by the dog. In David's words:
"The reason I picked Tobias among the multitude of Dachshunds running around the trailer is that he was posted on PetFinder.com (left photo below) I have no idea why Tobias was the one who needed to go, but he was the only one "available." The lady "rescued" him from a puppy mill because he had an umbilical hernia and was going to be terminated. ... Soon after bringing Tobias home, Tulsa had one of the worst winter storms in memory and the yard was iced over. He didn't like getting his paws cold ... that's how I found out he had giardia, when he proceeded to dump bloody poops exclusively indoors."
Being fastidious about cold paws doesn't mean that Tobias was a pussywillow. Fearlessness has been selectively bred into a Dog small and crazy enough to squeeze through a hole in the ground to face a Badger -- one of the fiercest beings on earth -- or a Fox in her subterranean den and not let go. The breed is grouped among the Scent Hounds, but anyone who knows Dogs will tell you they are Terriers -- bold enough to 'go to earth' in darkness to seize and drag the ferocious resident out, face biting face. They are not "stubborn" as people lable them; they just don't take orders from inferiors.
I have had the privilege of sharing my life with many Dogs, but none with Tobias' ferocity and tenacity. Soon after his arrival in Fayetteville, a potato chip happened to fall on the floor. Astra and Janowitz were nearby only mildly interested when Tobias irrupted as a Tasmanian Devil between them, bit Astra who fled howling, and then clamped his teeth on Janowitz's withers and wouldn't let go. The scene of the 65-lb Labrador flying downstairs with a much smaller Dog suspended in midair like Superman's cape still attached to her is unforgettable. Weeks later, a similar scenario sent Astra to the emergency room with a serious bite wound also on her withers -- where the victim cannot reach the attacker. Clever! Christopher had to intervene to stop both attacks; I couldn't.
Other than aggressiveness, Tobias' salient features were his food-intake-to-poop ratio. Eating only 1/3-cup of expensive prescription diet twice a day, this small dog could poop 5-7 times a day. Given a chance, sometimes he ate his own, sometimes others’ during our walks -- but he had discriminting tastes: some he chomped on with gusto and others he sniffed and haughtily rejected. Crunchy dry earth worms were another favorite aperitif. We tried to prevent all such snacking, but too often he was quicker than us.
Night crating was discontinued in late 2022 because after several incidents of soiled bedding, crate and dog combined due to an aging bladder, I decided that cleaning just the floor was easier.
One by one his new companions -- Pertinax, Basmah, Astra, Janowitz ... died. Tobias didn't pine; he entertained himself bursting into high-speed races -- "look daddy! I'm rampant!" -- all over the house that often ended in dizzying crashes. By June 2023 he was alone, blind, and deaf. His hind legs became weaker and he shied away from the morning walks he used to enjoy. Tobias' world had shrunk; it was undeniably boring and yet the zest in him was not gone. Food, which had been rationed to prevent weight gain and forever restricted to Hill's d/d prescription diet still made him eagerly jump around the bowl. Despite near total incapacitation his joye de vivre was inspiring ... and will continue to inspire. Like any Dachshund worth his reputation, Tobias "never gave in."
"Enrichment" was lacking. We put Lammie (a Serta mattress promotion stuffed animal) in one of his beds. Never one for toys, he sat on it, which was something but not life changing. To liven things up, on 6 August 2023 we took him "rivering," an activity invented by Christopher which consists of going to a river, sitting down preferably on a chair in the river under a bridge, watching Nature and drinking beer. We started small, at West Fork, a 15 minute ride from home. On the way there Tobias was trembling, leery of his destination, not "in control." We arrived, he pooped on the parking for all to see, and then we ventured unto the river rock and a little into the water. He felt Big; nay, "enormously Big" as he liked us to call him. We stayed a while and, not to overdo, we started back home. He was a transformed dog: No trembling, confidently "looking" around, feeling alive. We rivered more extensively on 3 September 2023 on the White River near Eureka Springs, where "River King" regained his spirit of adventure and enjoyed the cold water under close supervision. On 8 April 2024 he came with us, BethLiner and MikeWebb to Ola, AR, to experience a total eclipse of the sun ... which sadly he endured daily. But life gets in the way of enrichment and that was the extent of it.
Tobias-Ramón, as his adoring gampa-turned-father renamed him during a walk, had daily name changes: Corybant, Sir Turdsalot, Etouffee, Biggybig, Turdbias, Chardonnay, Potato, Misterwister .... We'll never know whether he heard us calling him by any name, but he listened intently, hoping ...
It is sad to see a living being give up because of the hardships of life and failing health; it is sadder yet to see a spirit like Tobias' who never gives up find reasons to rejoice about a monotonous bowl of food, and look around with blind eyes and deaf ears in anticipation that the darkness and the silence will end ... any minute now, any minute!
Tobias-Ramón closes an era of uninterrupted life transference of the influences that 19 Dogs, 23 Cats, and a Flying Squirrel had on each other since December 1971 when Majo came into my life. (We have preserved Lammie, sealed in the odorous condition Tobias left it, as a possible surrogate for real life transference.) The continuum that kept them figuratively alive is now broken and the house feels sterile and pointless without other-than-humans.
Tobias' "Will" in the Schopenhaurian sense, however, lingers and will continue to inspire.