Justice for Nano

My friend Nano and her person are being unfairly attacked by the postal service.  There's a reason why dogs don't trust mail carriers, and this story just confirms all of my worst fears! Read the whole scary, sad, Kafkaesque story here: http://justicefornano.blogspot.com/

My "Scary" friend Nano

Give a Dog a Bone

Hi everyone!  I'm sorry that's it's been so long since I last posted, but you wouldn't believe how much my work as head of security has picked up over the past month!  Almost every day, gangs of small humans walk behind our home in both the morning and the afternoon.  They come in noisy giant yellow transport vehicles and carry bags with them.  I'm sure the bags have tools for breaking into our backyard or something.  The dog days of summer are definitely over, and I'm back to working hard.

You'll be glad to know that thanks to my vigilance, not a single one of the ruff-ians has breached the security fence.

Anyhow, my people watched the ridiculous show "The Office" tonight.  (Any show that doesn't feature a dog is ridiculous.)  However, they did have a reference to my favorite commercial.  Pam cried when she saw it, so I guess I do like her now.  Why did she cry?  See for yourself:

Travelers Insurance - Prized Possession (Dog) by danbizet

I think that Travellers Insurance is going to do very well marketing to puppies.  Not many companies seem to do that.  Also, I love that they have an umbrella because I hate getting wet.

I think that most insurance companies don't advertise to puppies because they're run by people, and people never understand why bones are so important to puppies.  All I can say is that bones are the best thing ever!  Watch what I can do with mine.  (I've had this bone for almost 2 years.)

You see, I can practice pouncing on prey, strengthen my jaw, and just have an all around good time.  I even work my bone into my stretching routine sometimes!

That's a good stretch!

I feel so sorry for people because they never seem to enjoy bones the way I do.  Travellers Insurance must have some puppies on their staff.  I think that will pay off for them.

The Times, They Are A-Changin'

I’ve been at camp Taurus for the past 10 days while my people were visiting some other dogs who live far away.  I had lot of fun at camp, but I am very, very, very happy that my people are back home.

They brought me a guest blog post from one of the dogs they visited.  His name is Kodi, which is an awesome name that is almost like mine!  He is a big, calm, friendly dog who can run very fast and very, very far.  I think he’s a little crazy, though, because he loves cold weather.  I guess that’s good for him because he lives in a cold place far, far away called “Minnesota”.  My people tell me that it’s even farther away than the Georgetown Dog Park, which is the farthest I’ve ever been from home.  Anyhow, I’ll let Kodi tell his story now.

Kodi

Once upon a time, our pack was just me and my two people.  Life was good.  My people took good care of me, and I took good care of them.  As time passed, they added some new pack members.  Life has changed since then.

The new pack members are very small, friendly, fast-growing people.  I know that they are very important pack members, and I do my best to protect and love them.  Still, sometimes I wish that things were back how they used to be.

I was recently reminded of how things have changed on a pack trip to visit grandma and grandpa.  Back in the old days, I always got to sit anywhere I wanted in the back couch of the motorized dog-sled.  However, on this trip, the little pack members got to have the back couch and I had to sit with all of the supplies!  I was not happy.

Not happy with the situation

At grandma and grandpa’s territory, I had a great time.  I also had a lot of time to think about how to make the best of my situation.  I have heard my people say, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”  I don’t know what that means, but I know that I really, really, really like lemonade!

I knew that it was important for me to watch over and protect the littlest pack members from the cargo area, but I also wanted to enjoy the trip back home more than I enjoyed the first trip.

I thought…and thought…and thought some more.

Then, I had a great idea!  Lemonade!  On the way home, whenever the big people weren’t looking, I took a sip of the little people’s lemonade.

Loving the lemonade

This might sound like a sneaky, mean idea, but it was really an important part of proper security.  By taking sips of the lemonade, I was making sure that the little people had safe lemonade to drink.  It is just lucky for me that I really, really like lemonade!

So, just remember, when changes happen in your pack, you may not like them at first, but if you can find the lemonade and drink it when nobody is looking, you can be happy again!  (Did I mention how much I like lemonade!)

PS I know it is hard to believe, but the monkey sitting next to me in the picture is NOT a real monkey.  I still feel bad about what I did to the first monkey, but I thought it was real and was taunting the smallest member of the pack.

Tall and Proud!

In my last post, I was feeling a little down about not quite fitting in to any category that people recognize.  However, I'm at school today, and I realized how much I love being a long-legged Dachshund!

Here's a picture of me and my friends that they keep in the lobby of my school.  I'm on the far right.  See how tall I am!

 Watching over the littlesIt's nice to have all of the other littles look up to me.  I can help them reach treats and toys that are in high places, so they think I'm cool and awesome! 

Plus, look at my sweet moves that I can only do because I'm fast, long, and tall!

My best move is from 0:10-0:11.  You won't believe it!

Thanks to all my friends at Taurus for making me feel so much better!

What Am I?

When the Buda Wiener Dog Races wouldn't let me run, it got me thinking...

People seem obsessed with labels.  They're always asking what I am.

People usually point and smile and yell, "Wiener dog," or say, "I love dachshunds."  (Sometimes, they even say, "I love Datsuns," whatever that means.)  However, after that, they always say, "What else is he?"

What do they mean?  What am I?

I know what I am.  I'm obviously a small, fast, playful, brown puppy.  Still, people are always asking what I am.

Long-legged DachshundMy people say that I'm a dachshund mixed with an Italian greyhound.  They showed me these pictures.

DachshundItalian GreyhoundMaybe I am a mix, or maybe people are just obsessed with labels.  I have one last thing to say...

I'm a mutt... so what?!