Power to the Puppies!

I don't want to get too much into politics on my blog, but there are some issues I feel strongly about.

I have thought for a while that it's very mean that puppies don't have any representation in politics.  Did you know that there isn't a single puppy who holds political office at any level of government?!?  In fact, puppies don't even have the right to vote.

Cody the Future Statesman

As I looked into the matter, I found that the law says that anyone who votes must be at least 18 human years old.  That is very unfair.  I think they should let puppies vote once they're 18 dog years old. 

Even worse, puppies can't even lobby their representatives.  I tried to go to the State Capitol in Austin once, and the security guard chased me away.  He said that puppies are not allowed in the Capitol Building!!!

I waited outside for my Representative.  When I saw him, I greeted him very politely.  The Representative was friendly but quite dismissive.  He patted my head, called me a cute puppy, and then didn't stick around to hear my complaints.  Grrrr....

Anyhow, over the past few days, I've become much more hopeful.  I've heard a lot of talk that the Federal Government now has a Representative Weiner!  I assume that the Representative Weiner is like the Representative from Washington DC and is not allowed to vote.  Still, it's a small step forward to have a Representative Weiner to give Doxies one small voice in politics!

Power to the puppies!

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?!

Had a Bad Day :(

Today was a bad, bad day.

This morning I went outside for my morning patrol.  When I came back in, one of my people was missing!  I looked everywhere.  My other person said, "Don't worry," but people don't know when they should worry and when they shouldn't.  Eventually, I figured out that my person went out without telling me.  I was no longer worried, but I was sad.

Then, after my other person said goodbye to me, it started raining.  Raining really, really, really, really hard.  Then, it got dark and all of the regular noises in the house stopped.  Instead, there were really loud noises outside.  I didn't like it one bit!

My day started getting better when one person came home very early.  I was so excited!  The excitement didn't last long.  He said hi to me, gave me a treat, and left again a few minutes later. :-(

Recovering from a bad dayFinally, the day seemed better.  Rain stopped and I went outside.  Yay!  I had fun until I tried to come back in.  My door did not open.  What?!?  It always opens when I want it to.  I tried and tried and tried and tried to open it, but it did not open.

I got scared and started yelling to anyone who could hear me.  I yelled and yelled and yelled.  Nobody could hear me.  I was so worried that I would never get back into the house.

Finally, my person came home earlier than usual.  I was the happiest to see him that I've ever been.  I jumped and jumped and jumped as high as I could so he'd know how happy I was.  He hugged me, played with me, gave me treats, and fixed my door.  I was so glad!

My bad day had a good ending, but now I'm very tired.  I hope not to have this kind of day for a long, long, long time.