This is a Fuzzy Photo of my Furry Head

Two Chairs

AstroTurf Chairs: Appenzell, Switzerland

Tootsie Tuesday: Cousin Itt (Mom) and Tube of Fur (Me)

Cousin Itt & Tootsie hike Monte San Primo, above Lake Como, Italy.

Tongue and Ear and Yawn

Appenzell, Switzerland

Tootsie Tuesday: Auf Wiedersehen Sign

Mom's always posing me with stuff, especially signs. Here I am posing with a "bye" sign in Appenzell, because I'm a savvy sausage, and I know this kind of dodo photograph makes Mom super happy. But I'm closing my eyes, because sometimes it's good to take a nap while being held in the air.

Happy Mother's Day!

Dear Mom,

Happy Mother's Day! I love you!

I'm so sorry you lost your mom. I know you miss her beyond the beyond.

For all those wonderful moms out there, for all those who have lost your moms, I send fur love and deep heart wags.

Love,
Tootsie

Un Petit Canard

Spring Hike: Appenzell

And Dante's olive oil, too.

Tootsie Tuesdays: Reluctant Angel

Welcome to Tootsie Tuesdays. Today, I am a reluctant angel.

Here's why: I've heard it said that well-behaved women never make history. Bouncing Bertie's Mom and my mom agree; they love this quote.

My concern: Might that be true of dachshund ladies, too? If so, I find myself a reluctant angel because basically I'm a well-behaved dachshund. Yes, I bark at big dogs. Yes, I refuse to go out in the rain. Yes, if I'm left alone, I shiver and have separation anxiety and bark in a high-pitched, sad way. But these are all fairly normal dachshund things, if normal means in this context, not such a big deal in the scheme of the long and short of it all.

So... to really make an impact in this world, is it okay to be sweet, tubular and furry, to have super short legs, and to be cuddly and lovable?

Easy Weimeraner gave me my angel costume, which I love. Thank you, Easy!

We Miss You, Gail!

Dear Gail,

We miss you! Please give Bertie a wag for me.

Here is a lilac for you--Mom's favorite flower.

Mom would like to share these yummies with you! She bought them in Mouthe the morning we left and we ate them on the shores of Lake Neuchatel on the way back home.

Here's to a great time in the Jura! Welcome to the Source, says the sign below. It's the source of the Doubs River, for those of you who asked.

And for those who asked about the cycling route followed by Gail and Dachshund Daddy: it wasn't the Col de la Faucille, which gets too much motorized traffic, but the Col de Mollendruz, as suggested by your favorite savvy sausage.

Love,

All of us