Wiggly Woggle

A poem by Grandpa inspired by a morning walk with me and Truffle.

Oh! wiggly woggle of truncated feet!
Oh! doggie of disposition sweet!
Who shrunk your height and length I pray
by snipping away at your DNA?

Dachshund Daddy doesn't really like "truncated feet".



He would prefer to replace it with "gentle webbed feet". After a heated e-mail exchange, Grandpa peremptorily stated the following:

HER FEET BE SHORT.....NO TWO WAYS 'BOUT IT.....I HAVE SPOKEN.

Which version do YOU like best? I can't decide.

Burrow: Part I of IV

A Very Good Grandpa

Dear Grandpa & Truffle,

It's so good to be with you in Idaho.  Cuddles with Grandpa! Hide-and-seek with Grandpa!

What a whack-a-doodle world. Two days ago, we were in Switzerland. Now, we're in Idaho.

Let the great humping of Truffle begin!

Grandpa: Thank you for taking care of me while Mom goes out on the road to read from her book "Body of a Dancer" at Western Michigan University and at the University of Notre Dame. Mom really appreciates all your help. So do I.

Grandpa: Would you please read me "Wiener Wolf" by Jeff Crosby?

Grandpa: Do you mind if I start hunting mice right away?

 

Grandpa: Do you mind if I start humping kissing Truffle right away?

 

You are a very good Grandpa.

Love,
Tootsie

Mac Nap

Dogmind

I received a poem from my human friend Robens Napolitan. Thank you, Robens!

Robens writes: Dedicated to Tootsie, a tall dog with short legs.

Knowledge

Gained

A

very

tall dog

questions

hydrant height,

lies told by

her mistress,

and

the mismanagement

of most everything

human.

Good dog,

very good dog.

Dogmind 
Collaboration by
Robens Napolitan & Tom Kramer

You can view & purchase artwork by Robens Napolitan and her partner Tom Kramer here. Please click on over and take a look. One of my favorites is Dogmind, which you see above. We bought a print of this one. Mom thinks "Spot" shares my sweet sassy look; do you agree?

Gold Hill Hike

Tootsie and her mom hike the Gold Hill,

Southern Switzerland

New Red Cube

I finally insisted that Mom and Dachshund Daddy buy some furniture. Mom took the bus to the furniture store and came home with a list, Dachshund Daddy rode his bike to the store with the list and ordered the items (the Italian needed was beyond Mom's skill set because delivery also had to be arranged), and some boxes were delivered to Casa Burrow.

I am short, but I am mighty. I helped Mom and Dachshund Daddy put together a New Red Cube.

Do you think I am helpful?

Do you think I give clear directions?

Would you like to come over for some orange juice, milk, or tea? We could make tea in the cute little teapot Mom found at the dump. Together, we could admire the New Red Cube.

P.s. Mom has a book review of Gabriel Blackwell's "Shadow Man: A Biography of Lewis Miles Archer" (Civil Coping Mechanisms, 2012) up over at HTML GIANT. We'd be so grateful if you might click on over. Noir lovers, this book is for you! (And please note that this book review is not X-rated.)

Decisions

Happy Valentine's Day!

Evening Snow Walkies

Joey - We Shall Miss You

We just learned today that one of the most wonderful leaders of the dachshund community has passed away: special Joey. Our hearts go out to Carson & Rowdy over at "The Long and Short of It All."

Mom first started reading Joey & Maggie's blog when she learned that I might come into her life. She learned about all the low-down things, including that dachshunds love to burrow (um, duh).

Many readers will know that Joey & Maggie were the long-time hosts of this wonderful doxie blog and that young Rowdy joined the blog after dear Maggie passed away.

Many of our low-down friends, such as Lovable Lily, have already left comments. Please head on over to pay your respects to fine Joey, a little low-down guy who loved to wait for dinner in the bathtub and never let his human dad out of sight.

Rest in peace, dear Joey. We miss you.

Love,
Tootsie,
Tootsie's Mom,
and Dachshund Daddy

Is Mom a Kangaroo?

Extreme Burrowing

A cursory glance may lead you to think these are just dirty clothes on the floor, a despicable sign of sloppiness and poor housekeeping. Definitely not Swiss clean.

Take a closer look at Mom's sweatshirt. There is something up her sleeve.

Welcome to my latest form of extreme burrowing!

Yes, I got into Mom's sleeve all on my own. No, I couldn't get myself out without parental help.

Still no Furniture

Lives Bicontinental

Grandpa wrote me another wotten-waven poem, and Truffle helped him.

Here is Grandpa's poem:

On pondering lives bicontinental
One hazards thoughts too sentimental
At times it may seem
We're on a split screen
One real -- and one "pixentimental"

We need a title! Any suggestions?

Into the Super Bowl

Are you into the Super Bowl as much as I am?

Dreaming of Summer

Fair Warning