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A Weenie Dog Song!

Intruder!
Ok, I got used to Dieter but now there's a new puppy in the house. Not only isn't she a dachshund but she's a girl to boot! Ugh. Here is her picture.

March 16, 2008
Oh, how the wind howled this weekend. I had to curl up in a ball and put my paws over my ears to drown it out. Every time my owner put me outside, I hurried to do my business and then slunk back to lean against the door and whine to be let back in. The dust that flew in my nose made me sneeze and sneeze!

I'm in the house now and trying to distract myself from that awful howling and the tinkle-tinkle-tinkle of those things that hang from the porch roof. They go off whenever the wind blows, so annoying. Anyway, I thought I'd tell you about one of my favorite things to do and then give you a list of my favorite things to eat, just in case you thought about bringing me a present sometime.

Ok, one of my favorite things to do is to hunt for mousies! And this is how I do it:

  1. I patrol the house, sniffing down every heater vent.
  2. Once I catch a whiff of a mouse, I flatten myself hard against the floor and really stick my nose in.
  3. I jump up and race around, barking my head off, trying to get my owner interested
  4. I rush outside when she opens the door and run around the yard trying to find out where the mouse is getting in
  5. I lie in the sun, panting from all the exertion and finally fall asleep and dream about mousies

And now for what I like to eat:

So, if you're ever in the neighborhood, you know what to bring me - wink, wink!

June 4, 2007
I woke up this morning and peeked at my owner out of the corner of my eye. Would she notice I was awake? If she did, then either she�d put me outside or stick me in my crate. Either option was not as nice as lounging here in bed with her, my nose thrust out the window, breathing in all the wonderful smells of the neighborhood. Was that a skunk out there?

I must have moved a bit too much because she opened her eyes and looked at me. I tried to mesmerize her by staring into her eyes but it did no good. She got up and carried me to my crate, then crawled back into her bed and went to sleep. Rats! I glanced over at my own pet, Dieter, but he was fast asleep in his crate, so no help there. Sometimes we could put up such a combined howl-a-thon that my owner would get up and put us out. The back yard might not be as nice as lying by my owner, my nose pressed to the window screen, but it was better than being cooped up in a crate.

Ah, well, in no time I had drifted back off to sleep. Dreaming of chasing mice is almost as good.

I'll keep you updated!

May 23, 2007
Hansel, the Mighty Hunter! That's my name from now on. I was outside snuffling around in the tall weeds that make a pretty great jungle when I heard the back door open and my owner calling me. "Hansel, Hansel, come quick!" she was almost screaming. Something was definitely up.

I scrambled up the wooden ramp to the back door as fast as my short little legs could carry me and dashed into the house. I was going so fast I swear my feet were skating across the linoleum, through the laundry room, through the kitchen, and into the bedroom. My owner was standing in the bathroom, pointing at the bathtub.

I hesitated just a moment. Baths are not one of my favorite pasttimes. As a matter of fact I hate getting the tiniest bit wet. But then my nose was clobbered by something terrific! There was a mouse somewhere nearby. I scrambled up the steps into the huge corner bathtub. Even if the tub was filled with water I was going in.

Luckily for me there was no water. But there was a mouse. It was standing under the faucet, leaping up and down, trying to get out. Silly thing, it must have been scavenging on my owner's sink counter, peered into the tub, and fallen in. Easy pickings!

I leaped in and dashed toward it. It tried to get away but I was too fast. I pinned it down, snatched it up in my mouth, and crunch! no more mousie...Nyah-ha-ha.

I proudly carried it to my owner. Funny, but she didn't seem quite as delighted as I'd expected. She told me to "leave it" and I dutifully dropped it on the bathroom rug. Just then my pet Dieter dashed up and ran off with it in his jaws. Hey! That was my catch.

After much screaming and running around, my owner finally got the booty from Dieter (he doesn't understand "leave it", the dolt) and she took it outside in a dustpan and tossed it over the fence. What a waste.

So now every day, regular as clockwork, I make a mad dash into the tub, just in case. But so far, no more mousies.

Oh, well, there's always tomorrow.

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Updated: August 5, 2008