I have both owned, and occasionally bred dachshunds since the late 1960s. In those early times, Dachies were a popular breed of dog in Australia, but over time, public interest in the breed has declined sharply. Dachies are said to have weak spines and thus are highly susceptible to spinal damage. During the many years I have been associated with dachshunds I have never owned a dog that has had back problems, except for my bitch Bridget who fell over a steep embankment onto her back and injured herself. This injury was quickly repaired with two sessions of acupuncture.
I am suggesting that over the years the dachshund became a much maligned breed, and I feel that this is a great pity. Dachshunds are very outgoing and, if appropriately bred and trained, are fearless hounds. For example, Dachies are quite prepared to follow rabbits, snakes and other vermin down burrows with total disregard for their own safety. The characteristic can be traced back more than three hundred years.
Dachshunds are intelligent and clean dogs, and they normally get along well with children and older people. They can also be very stubborn dogs when they put their minds to it. It now seems that a resurgence of the popularity of the dachshund breed is now occurring in Australia. I recently read that dachshunds are now the second most sought after breed of dogs in Australia [after French bulldogs].
I hope that you enjoy the range of Dachie material that I have provided for you to enjoy that follows.
I introduce you to my miniature dachshund Max. Max was born in Wagga Wagga in 2014. The following three photographs were taken when Max was nearly three years of age. He is now nine
The following three photographs are of Max’s son Nicco and others. These others range over different times, including up to December 2022
Max out for his walk
Tickle my tummy please
Max in his backyard. His boss needs to mow the grass
Max’s son Nicco in late 2021. Nicco was born in November 2020. His mother’s name is Velvet
Nicco with my son Chris 2021
Max and Nicco with Ray at Ray and Chris’s hobby farm 2021 [farm]
Nicco being privileged with a treat by Father Christmas 2022
Merry Christmas from Max and Nicco 2022 at the farm
My teenage hopes and dreams for an adventurous adult life were quashed in a short lived fire. Merle was a cruise ship riverboat that caught fire and sank at Murray Bridge in 1958.
This video shows the Merle on it’s maiden voyage as a passenger vessel in 1941.
When I was around 12 years of age I met the owner of a Murray river passenger boat. The boat’s name was The Merle. The owner of this boat was Ro. Ro and my mother were unmarried partners. Merle carried up to 19 fare paying passengers and made one trip per week, over four nights. This was from Murray Bridge in South Australia to Blanchetown and then returned to Murray Bridge via Lake Alexandrina, which includes the township of Goolwa.
During the great Murray river floods of 1956, when I was aged 13, the flood greatly interfered with Merle’s weekly trips, and unknown to me, Ro was becoming financially stressed. His regular trips with Merle began to falter. It was during this time that Ro periodically asked me to steer Merle along the river. During such trips, mostly with less than 19 passengers, I played 78 r.p.m. records in order to entertain them. My mother continued with her hostess activities. Ro did most of the cooking (as an interim measure until he could find another suitable cook in lieu of one that had resigned) as well as maintaining necessary functions within the engine room.
Few people today know about the Merle. I will tell you a little bit about her. Merle had twin 6 cylinder Buick engines, and her electrical power system was 110 volts but there was one 240 volts power outlet which was linked to a power converter. The power generator was an English four cylinder Ford Prefect motor. Merle had two bathrooms and two toilets and raw sewerage discharged directly into the river. The six inch jarrah hull of the Merle was built in around 1904 and for a time Merle was a barge. In later times she became a steam powered, rear paddle wheel river trading vessel, (see photo below) like a traveling shop. Merle’s conversion into a passenger vessel was completed in late 1940 and her inaugural trip as a passenger boat took place from Murray Bridge in 1941.
I especially remember on one occasion I was at the helm of the Merle when it was sailing between Wellington and Goolwa. To do this the Merle had to cross Lake Alexandrina. On that particular day there was a slight swirl and the Merle was moving up and down in relationship to the trough and peak of each wave. The river and the lake were in a state of flood. There are markers on the lake that were in place to guide ships like the Merle as to where the safe traveling channel is. Ro had earlier told me what the correct protocol was in navigating the Merle to the left and right of the markers. A little way into the lake some passengers asked me what was the slight thump they they could feel as we were traveling. Ro was having a sleep at the time. It soon dawned on me that the Merle was periodically hitting the bottom of the lake. I phoned Ro in his cabin and let him know what I thought was happening. He had already heard and felt the mild thumps anyway. The Merle’s propellers were turning near to high speed. Ro hurriedly came forward and took the helm in hand and quickly maneuvered the Merle to a nearby marker. He was obviously as distressed as I was. However, soon after this event Ro calmly told me the reason why the Merle was hitting the bottom of the lake was because I was incorrectly steering the Merle in relation to the markers. The Merle was not traveling in the appropriate channel. He said it was only because of the flood that the Merle did not become stuck in the lake and we would have had to have been rescued. When I returned to boarding school at the end of the term I wrote a short story about this event. I belatedly note the “romanticism” in the style that I created it [like the spinning helm].
The story is copied and pasted as follows:
As you may gather from these words my experiences with Ro and the Merle were not only highly adventurous ones, but also a most happy and relaxed ones. My most memorable recollection with Ro and the Merle was at the time when we jointly navigated Merle up the flooded main street of Mannum in South Australia. Merle was 87 feet long and she had a four foot draft. I steered Merle on that day. She had a large helm [steering wheel] situated in the saloon [lounge] at the front of the boat. Ro employed the twin motors in an expeditious way. This helped facilitate Merle’s successful movement up the main street of Mannum. Ro used forward and reverse thrust with each engine in order to help steer Merle. This was whilst I was guiding the rudder via the helm. There were around one hundred people in the main street who were witnessing these activities.
On this particular occasion we turned Merle around in the main street, this was broadside to the sandbags that had been placed across the road. Via an unroped gang plank we then discharged the passengers onto these sandbags so that they could enter the unflooded section of an adjacent hotel. Merle was then tethered to the veranda posts of this hotel.
I was deeply saddened and depressed when Merle burnt and sank at her moorings in Murray Bridge on March the 1st in 1958. Those early days in my life were a huge adventure for a young guy. Below are various photographs of the Merle below that fortunately I retained over the years. I remain deeply saddened by the events at that time.
Pictures related to the Merle:
Merle as a rear wheeler paddle steamer circa 1910
A passenger postcard available for sale on the Merle. This was exactly as the Merle appeared prior to its burning and sinking on March 1st 1958
Firefighters flooded the Merle in order to extinguish the flames. This is a rare picture of the vessel just prior to its sinking
The wreck of the Merle adjacent to the wharf at Murray Bridge prior to its remains being dragged out to the center of the Murray River at Murray Bridge. Mc Lawrie Boat Builders and Salvagers from Port Adelaide conducted the removal
This is a cutting I made from the Adelaide Advertiser story in early March 1958 relating to the sinking of the Merle [I pasted it into my scrapbook at the time]. The Adevertiser story provides a very useful insight into the Merle’s colourful history
Some readers may like to know how devastating the 1956 Murray River flood was. The picture below was taken near Mannum in South Australia
I wrote the following article in 2014. Ontological ideas were plucked from it by an internationally respected environmentalist for a slide show presentation to an international environment conference in Brussels in the same year
Quote:
“I believe that every aspect of reality, including nature and our role within it, are simply experiences and groups of experiences that mean something. This includes whether we understand what is going on around us or not. I believe that collective intelligence and collective awareness are different experiences. I also believe that we have allowed these two different types of experiences to evolve in a manner that they are not mutually complimentary to each other. I feel that within this process we have failed to take notice of the well organised hierarchy structures that ants, bees, bats and similar have effectively built their lives around. We have ignored the over arching rules of nature.
It is my opinion that we have encouraged our cultures to become ones that are driven almost solely by cultural intelligence as distinct from them being a working blend of both cultural awareness (an experience unto itself) and cultural intelligence (another experience unto itself).
It seems to me that this wide spread repression of collective awareness has led to individual awareness becoming similarly repressed.
I feel that the problem with the complex arrangements that we have allowed to evolve around ourselves within culture is that we have inadvertently created too many intersections of communication relating to both our individual and collective environment. All these communication junctions are experiences from which we make decisions of one form or another which in turn become another cog in the wider realm of competing collective intelligence. I believe it is because of this process human beings have effectively become confused and perplexed, perplexed on multiple levels according to individual interpretation of what is most likely to be good or bad in life. This means that the successful integration of ideas emanating from both the experiences of collective intelligence and collective awareness becomes problematic, and as such, so does the nature of the experiences that we are having, or expecting to have at any given time.
It follows from these words that individuals are compelled to decide between similarly valued alternatives or mutually exclusive alternatives. I believe that the integration of both collective intelligence as well as collective awareness is critical in terms of how we see and relate to each other and this includes the environment.
I believe that our ineffective melding of cultural intelligence and collective awareness should be replaced by a mutually complimentary model of science* that seeks to connect to the wider momentum of nature with as few explanations along the way that is possible. I believe that we should be relating back to the role of individual and collective thoughts (experiences). Nature is an experience. The universe is an experience. Reality is an experience. We are an experience that is derivative of the experience of reality.”
If the words in this presentation seem to you to have a degree of validity I introduce you to this David Bohm documentary trailer to the full Infinite Potential video. In doing this try to understand the philosophical commentary thereto rather than the physics debate therein. Some of the science is complicated and not designed to be fully understood by lay persons, including me. The information herein can also be linked to this Infinite Potential post.
