Unwanted Guest

My mom has a big heart, this is one of the things that I love about her. She will sneak me extra treats when daddy says that I don't need any. However, this big heart of hers also extends to wanting to save every animal that she comes across, how do you think we ended up with two guinea pigs?

So a few days ago she is at school (mom is a teacher) and sees one of her students almost laying down on the playground when he was suppose to be with the science teacher. So she goes out there and sees that he is trying to catch this little dachshund. Being mom she joins in the quest to get this dog. She was able to get the dog and they put it in a fenced area. Mom told the school secretary not to call the pound on it that if no one claimed it she would take it home, she didn't even check with me first on this! After school the secretary told mom that her little friend was still out there. So mom got the dog and took him into her classroom while she finished her stuff. She called dad and told him about the dog and that she was going to bring it home.

Mom got home with her little friend. Mom and dad wanted him and me to sniff one another and to let the little guy get use to being in a strange place. They made one big mistake though, they let him off of the leash. He was able to make it under the gap in the fence that I cannot get out. The chase was on. For two hours mom, dad, and a bunch of our neighbors chased after this dog. One of the neighbors even brought out my friend Wiggles, who is also a dachshund, to see if he would lure the little dog to everyone trying to get it. Then the little dog took off and headed for the busy street. Mom and dad got into our truck and went after him. They didn't find him and mom was kinda bummed. When they pulled up at home there were some people in front of our house and they had him. So daddy got my hard crate down and they put him in that while they blocked the gap in the fence, and ate their dinner; they were not going to take any chances. That night he slept in my hard crate in the bedroom with us. He didn't make much noise, but I was snoring pretty hard and probably wouldn't have heard him anyways.

The next day mom told her class about what had happened with the little dog and showed them the flyer that daddy made up. Mom was going to put copies of the flyer up at the stores and post office. She was leaving school when one of her students told her he found out who the dog belonged to and ran home to get the flyer. He had a lost dog flyer that he saw up at the store. So mom called the number and sure enough it was their dog. So he spent one more night with us (we live like 37 miles from mom's school and she wasn't going to make another trip out there) and mom took him the next morning and returned him to his owners.

Here is a picture of what he looked like. I'm glad that he made his way back home. He was a cute dog, and pretty timid, but he was high maintance and I don't think that mom, dad, or I are ready for another dog yet.

Poor Velma

My sister Velma is sick. The poor thing is loosing her fur and is very self-conscious about it. At first it was just a small patch of fur, and then it seemed to grow back. But, then it really started falling out, so much that her whole back is naked! Mom and dad took her to the vet two days ago and found out that she has something called mites. The vet had to take a little patch of her skin to look at under something called a microscope. She has two medicines that she has to take twice a day and tomorrow she is going to get a bath and the same stuff that mom and dad put on me for my fleas and stuff. My sister Daphne is going to get that stuff also so that she doesn't get them. I heard mom telling dad that they need to get my flea stuff too so that I don't get the mites.

Here's a picture of the poor girl.

Torture...

Ok, I can't stand this torture anymore! I tell you, it's cruel and un-canine punishment! Let me explain...

Every day, after mommy leaves (which I am still having a hard time with following her, I want you to know) daddy comes in and gives me my treat and then that's it. That's all I get until we walk again in the afternoon, unless we go for a ride, and then I get a treat when we come home. So, what does HE do? Eats things all day, that's what! And does he even consider poor me, sitting here just drooling at the thought of tasting what he's got? No! No offers to try it, no equal portions, rarely even a smell of it up close. I've given up following him around the house unless I hear things going on in the kitchen. I just lay here in misery as he walks by with something that just LOOKS good, nevermind what it SMELLS like. In fact, I've taken to hanging my head off of my bed in an effort to try to sleep through these episodes of torture. It's all I can do to keep my sanity.

A Few Hard Days

I have had a hard time the last few days. Mommy was home for a week, and now she is leaving in the morning again. Daddy and I walk her to her car and get kisses before she gets in and drives away. The last few days I have been trying to follow the car and insist that we walk up to the corner and I try to turn it, but daddy won't let me and usually tells me that it is time to turn around and head back home. Luckily daddy has his new job, which I LOVE because he doesn't leave the house every morning anymore. Instead we go into the office and he works on that funny thing on the desk. I usually nap on the floor, on my round bed, on the couch in the living room, or I go and get on mommy and daddy's big comfy bed. If I get lonely I will jump up on his lap and get some love.

Sometimes daddy and I will go out to lunch or run a few errands. This means that I get to go for ride, but have to wait patiently in the truck while he goes inside. Today he told me that since it is getting warmer that I might not be able to go along and stay in the truck much longer because it will be to hot for me. I know that he just wants to keep me safe, and luckily when he goes out at lunch he is not gone for long.

It feels good to be a loved puppy.

Hello World

Hello, this is my first post on my new blog. Mom says that this is a way for me to tell people what I am thinking and doing. My question is will there be a treat somewhere in all of this?

A little more about me. I am seven years old and live with my mom and dad. There are also two guinea pigs (Daphne and Velma) that my parents call my sisters... whatever! But I do enjoy helping to feed them because I usually get some veggies out of it.

I enjoy curling up for a good nap as much as I like to go for a walk around our neighborhood. I don't like it when mom and dad leave the house. They say that I suffer from something called "separation anxiety." I tilt my head when they say this and look at them funny because I don't understand it. What it means to me is that they give me my red toy they call my "kong" with peanut butter in it so that I have something to distract me when they leave. If they forget the peanut butter I sure let them know it. Sometimes they put one of my big cookies into the squishy ball. I like this thing because it makes the cookie last longer, but I still miss them when they leave.