What Time is It?
According to my dachshund clock, it's a quarter to 12. If you ask the dachshunds though, it's always time to eat.
According to my dachshund clock, it's a quarter to 12. If you ask the dachshunds though, it's always time to eat.
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
Of course, dachshunds are wonderful dogs and make wonderful pets, but did you know they make great gardening accessories too? Here's Hank in a flower pot.
Rommel always insisted on sitting with me while I sewed. I let him sit with me but, as a trade-off, he had to give me a lower back massage.
The fact that badgers rarely (if ever) burrow in flower pots doesn't stop our dachshund puppy, Hercules, from digging in search of them. You never know, right?
Me: "You're on my puzzle." Montgomery: "If you didn't want me to lay on your puzzle, why would you put it on the coffee table in the sun room?"
If you want an example of Dachshunds being stubborn, Rommel found a way to scale a 6 foot high cage and retrieve his ball so I could throw it again (and again).
Hercules the dachshund pup probably has somewhere on the order of $500 worth of toys. Still, he'd rather tear an empty candy box to shreds.
Monday give Hercules the blues because his humans are all work and no play. Even using sad puppy eyes doesn't seem to change that. Guess he'll have to go dig.
It's a Sunday in late June, 92° and the humidity is tropical. There's only one to ride out this heatwave -- nap time with the doxies!