It was just supposed to be one little dog. Our daughter had just had a baby boy, so I wanted a baby boy dog. What could be more natural? We got Fritz. More about him later. We got Franny when we decided Fritz needed a girlfriend that wasn’t a stuffed German Shepard. More about that later too. When it turned out mating skinny little Fran with Big Fritz may be problematic, we got little Izzy. After that, something happened to my brain. Someday they’ll discover a new law of physics that says a grouping of three dachshunds in close proximity to humans creates molecules in the human brain that attract like to like and so if you have three Wieners you naturally have to go for 4,5, and 6. That would be Mokie, Mercedes and Phoebe. My husband likes to tell everyone we have “Six F%#**@G dogs in the kitchen”. He’s from the Midwest. They have barns. I’m from California. Our houses ARE our barns. We’ve been married forever and this argument still comes up. Even though it’s pretty obvious the Wieners won long ago.
This is my life. You’re welcome to take a peek whenever you want to feel better about your own. Or maybe you have Wiener dogs too and need some bucking up. Or just a laugh to get you through your day. You’ll learn a lot about how dogs think. I know, because Franny (HBIC) got into my head a few years ago and refuses to leave. Of course, that is the ultimate goal of all dogs. You may also discover here that the typical dog training manual is different from Wiener reality. A lot different It’s taken a world of experience with my Wiener pack to figure that one out.
At any rate, my stories of Life with Wieners are all true. I can’t make this stuff up. If you have Wieners, you’ll understand and feel right at home. If you don’t, you get to feel superior. And that’s ok. We all have to give back something.
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My “Houdini” could do this entire script, including the dramatically romantic and despairing eyes, if you change “Ball” to “Iggy”, the name of his bone shaped chartreuse squeak toy (actually, less chartreuse than brown from being left outside during various inclement weather) – He carries it around, defends it, loses it, finds it, sleeps with it, leaves it behind on the chair he’s not supposed to be sitting on… Almost as hysterical as his attempts at guarding large 40 pound bags of dog food from the 2 others – both of whom are 4 times his size and could steamroll him in a heart beat… ah, canines who take themselves soooooo seriously!
Sort of like men.
love it! love the pictures too!
You are such a ball tease. Poor pup. 🙂
“You are such a tease, Ball”, actually, LOL!