Now that I've survived my holiday reflections and realized that I am a "thing of joy" (thank you for your helpful comments),
now that Dachshund Daddy's broken radius bone is healing, and he almost has full range of motion again,
now that we've settled after our move, it is time to reflect: about our move, about the past year, and about the changes in my life.
My parental units let me name our new home!
It is tradition here in southern Switzerland to name a home. There are wire sculptures of the names on the sides of homes; for example, one home in our new neighborhood is called "Casa Bella Vista."
I hereby dub our new home: "Casa Burrow." Per my specifications, please pronounce the "r" like a "w": Casa Burrow = Casa Buwwow. It is not pronounced as if I'm a dog: "Bow wow." It is pronounced like "burrow" only with two "w's"!
My parental units say that we've moved to a better burrow!
I'm a savvy dachshund, and I love to burrow. I love my new burrow. I will protect Casa Burrow!
Yes, we moved! I had a panic attack the day we moved and shook uncontrollably; I didn't know what was going on.
Mom cuddled me, and I felt better.
We moved two towns over from our previous town. We shut the door to our
old apartment and walked our regular waterfront trail to our new
apartment. Now I'm helping Mom unpack the kitchen. Mom is ecstatic. I'm wagging.
And thank you, all, for your generous, healing comments about Dad's bicycle accident and his broken radius bone. Dachshund Daddy is doing much better. His physical therapy is already progressing. He says he is exhausted, which makes a lot of sense to me and to Mom.
I have been waking up in the middle of the night to lick Dachshund Daddy's face all over, especially his nose. Do you think that helps?
Did you hear the story about how I fell in at the marina? My mom and your human uncle and cousins had flown to the Wotten Waven Wyoming Wedding of 2012, but I stayed behind. I am not able to fly "in-cabin" like you, and I don't much like flying cargo.
I am not cargo! I am Yugi!
I was walking on the dock with my caregivers, minding my own paws, and suddendly: a scuba diver pops up out of the water. I saw the diver pop up. Have you ever seen such a thing? It's weird. It looked neither human nor fish nor penguin. I didn't even know the creature was called a "scuba diver."
I backed up and backed up. Splash! I fell right into the water over the back of myself, off the dock.
Very funny, right?
I swam around frantically until my caregivers, Monique and Jakob, directed me back to the dock. Another guy helped them drag me out of the water.
I was very confused.
Then the scuba diver -- looking neither human nor fish nor penguin -- waved at me.
Freaked me out.
Remember that time you told me about when you fell into Lake Lugano while you were trying to make friends with Medieval ducks? I never asked, but how did you get out of the lake? Did a scuba diver help you?
P.s. Mom says I need a bath from all the salt water. I'm looking forward to the rub down.
A gentle memorial wag. November 11th in the United States is
Veteran's Day. In Canada, it is called Remembrance Day. In Europe,
Armistice Day. A very special wag out to all veterans and loved ones.
mom's grandfather served in WWII (for Canada). Both Dachshund
Daddy's grandfathers served in WWII (for Italy) and were prisoners
of war (in Germany). My parent's grandfathers came home from the war. My
parents remember their grandfathers with a great deal of fondness and
My mom also sends her very best to all her students who are
Thank you, all, for your service. Thank you, all, for your support of veterans around the world. Let us never forget the cost of war.