A Monday Wake Up Call for Monkey
Monkey was burrowed so far into the blankets that, had it not been for being short one dachshund at breakfast, he might have kept on dozing right up until noon
Monkey was burrowed so far into the blankets that, had it not been for being short one dachshund at breakfast, he might have kept on dozing right up until noon
According to my dachshund clock, it's a quarter to 12. If you ask the dachshunds though, it's always time to eat.
Monkey loved the penguin blanket because none of the other Doxies in the pack ever wanted it. He'd drag it around and burrow into it knowing he'd be left alone.
It didn't take Hercules long to become a master manipulator. For being barely four months old, he sure has that "I'm just a poor sad puppy" down pretty well.
The one advantage to puppies over human babies is that after 15 minutes of super-activity, instead of crying, puppies just sort of fall over and sleep. Hard.
Note to self: whenever you leave a bag of rawhide chewies on the counter, be prepared for Franzi to use her Choxie Jedi powers to attempt to get them.
Hercules looks absolutely regal after tearing apart a perfectly made bed. Oh well. At least he got his dirty paws on my husband's side of the bed and not mine.
Hercules has figured out how to sit on the back of the couch, but he hasn't figured out how to hop off. Instead, he sort of oozes down the cushion to the floor
Few things get Hank's undivided attention like the sound of a cheese package opening.
We took our pack to the Wiener Nationals Dachshund races to see how fast they could run against other doxies. There's a reason dachshunds aren't racing dogs.