Thursday, December 26, 2013

Happy Boxing Day!

Little Dachshund in Big Box

Monday, December 23, 2013

Merry Christmas, Easy!

Today's post is dedicated to my fur friend Easy Rider, who writes the hilarious Easy Weimaraner blog from his home in the North of France.

In early November, Easy selected me as one of the winners of his haunted Howl-o-Wheemeraner house contest and sent me an incredible package of goodies with a sweet note. Can you see what I'm sinking my teeth into?


Look at all the pawesome goodies Easy sent me!


Here's my new all-time favorite toy: the yellow squeaker. That's what I was sinking my teeth into into the first photo of this post.


And here's Mom and Dad's favorite piece of doggy clothing ever designed: my angel suit.


It's so sweet! Don't you love my wings and my sassy look?


Dear Easy, thank you so much for the gifts, and thank you for the Christmas card you sent us! Merry Christmas to you and your staff!

A Tootsie-themed surprise is coming your way; get ready!

Friday, December 20, 2013

Have You Been a Good Dog This Year?

This is a card Dachshund Daddy made for Tootsie's Shoppe at Zazzle.


Immediately, I answer: yes! But then I realize it might be time for reflection. What makes a bad dog anyway? Have I been a good dog?

And then I thought, "Oh, no! Is it time for the annual crisis of the down low?" This is so last year.


Last year, you might remember, Mom shoved my head through all sorts of wreaths. She promised not to do it this year.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Sweet Molossus and Hotel California

Can dogs visit the British Museum? Not really, unless you're lucky enough to be a guide dog or an assistance dog, in which case you should be aware that dog bowls are available. If you're not a guide dog or an assistance dog, you can still visit the British Museum if you're a Molossus hound.


Now take a look at me:


Do you think I might pass for a Molossus hound and visit the museum? I think I might. But what if they think I'm the real thing and never let me leave? Kind of like the Hotel California?

P.S. Thank you, Dachshund Daddy, for finding the time to engage both in cultural and canine activities during your recent work trip to London.


Monday, December 16, 2013

Mount Boglia

One of our favorite hikes in the Lugano area is the one from the town of Brè to the top of Mount Boglia. Here I am, near treeline, waddling my way up the recently renovated trail.


And here's a butt-shot of Mom. The huge mountain in the distance is Monte Rosa, Switzerland's highest peak.


Here we are at the edge of the large summit meadow. "Look, Tootsie! We're almost at the tippy top!" says Mom.


"I knew you could do it," I told Mom once we made it to the summit ridge.


Here I am at the very top. The body of water behind me is the East arm of Lake Lugano.


Mom must have been really hungry because she started nibbling my ear.


And here's what Mount Boglia looks like from the top of Mount Sassalto, near Casa Burrow. Well... there are several mountains in this photo; can you guess which one Mount Boglia is, based on the other photos?

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Triple Ostrich Pun


This sign is complicated!

"Non fare lo stronzo" is an Italian expression that translates to "don't be a jerk" but literally means "don't make a turd". Because the word "stronzo" ("turd") is too explicit, the authors of this sign write "str... uzzo" -- the Italian word for "ostrich."

"Raccoglila!!!" means "scoop it up."

This is followed by the reminder that "the secret to being welcomed is to be polite and civilized".

So there you have it. The secret is all in scooping the pooping.

This sign, found in Lugano, Switzerland, comes from the wotten waven Italian website DogWelcome.it.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Good Memories

I look like I'm laughing in this photograph, but I'm actually eating some grass. There is lots of yummy alpine grass in Switzerland. Can you see the green in my teeth?


In this photograph, I'm trying to make friends with Swiss goats. Mom says if you don't pay and join a club, it is pretty hard to make friends in Switzerland. It's also pretty hard if your mom won't let you get close to the goats. (Notice I'm not even in this photo.)



I told Mom I'm willing to pay to join the local Swiss Goat Club of San Giorgio. She says it is too expensive and that I'm not a goat.


The next photograph is for our dear friends Madeline and Kirk and Jasmine. Mom and Dachshund Daddy and I climbed San Giorgio to remember their special visit over one year ago. (Jasmine didn't visit; she's a cat and stayed home in America.) I think our friends will recognize this view of Lake Lugano.


And this tree!


We hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!


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