My trip to Florida ....

Last week when I was in Florida for my Granddaddy's funeral, I took these pictures for you. This is me on the porch of my other Grandaddy's house. They call it a lanai. It is a screened in porch and I think if I lived there, I might get to like it a lot. I did not want to be out there by myself and my Mom was a little nervous letting me stay out there by myself. She thinks I might tear a hole in the screen if I really wanted to get out in the yard. If I can chew a hole in a plastic kennel, this screen would not stop me I don't think.

One night Mom took me for a walk down the street. I met a new girl puppy named Samantha. She was wiggley.

I saw this sign and took a picture of it for Zach. He lives at the North Pole. I wonder if his house is near my Grandaddy's house? I don't think so because I did not see any Mammoth bones or caribou or snow on my walk.

They do not have snow in Florida. This is the only kind of snow they have in Flordia.


They do have a lot of birds in Florida. These birds are always at my Grandady's house at the little pond in his back yard. I wonder if they are having a meeting or what?

This bird also lives in my Grandaddy's back yard. He isn't real though.

I like going to my Grandaddy's house. I like him a lot. I am working hard to take care of my Mom and my Dad right now. They are both pretty sad. Losing family is hard. I hope you are all patient with me until my Mom and Dad get back on thier feet again.

What is wrong with this picture?

Hey dog friends. Is it just me or do any of you see anything wrong with this picture? I saw this product advertized in a circular that came to my house today and I just had to show you all. It cracked me up.

1. What cat would need a small door at the bottom of the gate? All the cats I know would just just OVER the gate.

2. Why does the cat get to go through the gate anyway when the beautiful dog doesn't???? It's not fair.

Gingerbread dachshunds for Christmas ......

We're back home from Florida and Hershey is here visiting me! One day we made cookies. They were gingerbread dachshunds.

We watched as they rolled out the dough and baked them.

We watched them cool.

Here they are.

Yum.

I've been tagged ....

I have been tagged by Hana.

Things I would love to get for Christmas:

1. A visit from Hershey
2. More slow sniffy walks
3. A toy with a squeaker in it
4. somebody to play with during the day, maybe a dog school like Indy goes to

Things I do not want to get for Christmas:
1. CRATES!!
2. Ground screws!!
3. any more funerals!! (read below)

I tag Hershey, Meeeshka, Isabella, Gunter and Pippin.

The Rules: The player of this game starts with "3 things he/ she would love to get for Christmas" and also has to list "3 things he/ she definitely does not want to get for Christmas". Then he/she tags 5 friends and list their names. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. And the one who tags need to leave a comment that says "you've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

PS - I will be gone for a few days while my Mom and Dad go to another funeral. My Grandaddy passed away suddenly yesterday. This is my other Grandaddy ... not the one that goes with my Grammy that died just 3 months ago. The good news is I get to go with them this time.

Pop

1927 - 2006

Crate saga .... story number 37 .....

My Mom wishes she had something else to blog about. Chocolate, doorbells, stinky balls, balloons ....... something ... anything but another crate story.

All of you have told me how much you love your crates. Several of you told my Mom she had not tried one thing long enough. Dr Cindy called to check on the situation the other day and she also encouraged my Mom to keep trying. Because Dr Cindy and Mom were afraid I would break a tooth on the metal crate, Dr Cindy loaned me a plastic one to try. It smelled very doggie because it was one of her dog's crates. I was very interested in it. Mom and I played games in it with treats. Mom gave me a blanket and chew toys and a bone and a Kong with peanut butter. I chewed on it a little the first day, but just a little bit. Today I chewed some more and now I have a small escape hole started. Tomorrow, I should be able to get it big enough to get my head stuck in and hurt myself so Mom and Dr Cindy have decided not to try it tomorow.

Back to square one ..... tinkling on the blankets and tearing up the kitchen.

Oh, and did I mention that I can walk the crate across the kitchen about 2 feet? See the rubber mat under the crate? ....Yeah, it didn't stop me.

Did I also mention that I laid down in the crate while Mom and Dad ate dinner? Mom can't figure me out either.

The Amazing Scary thing .....

Mom got home from the grocery store
drove up in the car and opened the door.
She heard that distinctive whosh whosh sound
paired with dogs barking in the background.

She looked up in the sky
and saw it way up high .
It floated over the the street
and landed .. how sweet !

Mom let me out to see the thing
but it did not give me a zing.
It was that special time of the day
the time to get my dinner out of the way.

The amazing scary thing was a hot air balloon! Mom let me outside to see it ... my neighbor dogs were barking their heads off! But I didn't seem to care because Mom was home and it was dinner time. But it floated right over my street, right over my driveway, and went just a little way down the street and landed. It was really cold and it was almost dusk, maybe that had something to do with why it landed on my street. Wierd.

Thanks dog friends for all your suggestions and "recipes." Dachshies, I am 3 and I am not home alone all that long.... just 8 to 3, four days a week. Indy, I am going to email you at that link ... I'd love to hear advice from a professional. Pippen, I think 5:30 is pushing it too ....to get up in the morning. Isabella, they have ants at my Grandaddys house too.

Mom got some of that Kong peanut butter in the whipped creme can and she put some in my Kong and froze it. Today she let me have it as long as I went in my kennel. I really wanted to take the Kong out of my kennel but I wasn't allowed to. Mom is trying to make it a special toy for the kennel ... and besides it's VERY MESSY! Today, I spent some time in the kennel when Mom was home. Maybe I will get to like it better.

Thanks friends.