Are You Going to Eat That?
Hercules chowed his chewy stick down like a crocodile in less than a minute. Now he's trying to use his Dachshund mind control to get Hank to give his to him.
Hercules chowed his chewy stick down like a crocodile in less than a minute. Now he's trying to use his Dachshund mind control to get Hank to give his to him.
Dachshunds are good at a few things: burrowing, digging, barking, tripping you and putting themselves at the center of whatever it is you're doing.
Hercules examined a Japanese beetle closely before deciding to taste it and realize that he doesn't like the flavor. They're also not very durable playthings.
I though Hank was sleeping when I left my laptop on the bed. He decided it's his pillow. The only way I'm going to get it back is if he gets a good belly rub.
Rommel has no problem taking a mid-afternoon power nap in his office chair, As his office mate I don't really mind. I just wish he didn't snore and twitch.
Franzi and Rommel soaking up some rays on the back deck on a very hot, late summer day. Don't forget the sunscreen doxies!
Hercules loves nothing more than getting the cat's leftover food. Once he's cleaned the plate, he shreds it into tiny pieces and leaves it for me to clean up.
Franzi and Montgomery hunting together in a ground squirrel burrow. Franzi digs and flushes them from one end and Montgomery waits to grab them at the other.
I heard Franzi's "hunting" bark coming from near the chicken coop. I found her preventing a gopher snake from getting in to eat the eggs. Good girl Franzi!
I told Hercules the dog treat bag was empty, but, based on the look on his face, I can tell that he doesn't believe me.