Buone Feste e Tanti Auguri!

We're sending all our friends wishes for a happy holiday and lots of love for the New Year!

We'd like to send out a special note to our friends who have lost loved ones just recently; we're thinking of you.

Tootsie was feeling better after the series of seizures she had this fall, but now she's having trouble with her tummy. She's on meds--it seems we've entered Senior Dachshund Living. So we've been preparing for the holidays by napping while snuggled under our favorite blankie from special Idaho vet Dr. Ward. (Note what my poet friend calls Tootsie's "pull-tab" tongue.)

We are able to go on our walkies, and here is a photograph of Tootsie waiting for me on her bright green Christmas mat. [Her coat is by Dachshund Delights.]

We also celebrated Hanukkah. Tootsie wore her snazzy Snap-a-danna [from Dachshund Delights, of course]. Way back in the day, my human mom always made sure I understood that this season was a time of celebration by many, in many different ways. I'm so grateful to her.

From our family to yours, may peace be your guiding light.

Renee, Tootsie, and Dachshund Daddy

Tootsie: Fearless and Fine

We have had a very rough fall, but I'm healing and feeling much better. At the end of September, my liver was so severely compromised that I had multiple seizures and ... well ... I won't write it. We don't know why this happened, and at first, we thought I had had a stroke. Maybe I did, probably I didn't. I might have licked something and perhaps that set off the whole spiral. But we do not know.

Here I am, healing, with my new friend Pippa the Unicorn.

And here is a blurry action shot to show I'm now up and out and about!

Thanks for your love & concern. I'm almost all better, though our new vet says I am aging. What is this thing called aging?

Love,
Tootsie

P.s. I want to tell you all about my pilgrimage to the 23rd annual Krakow Dachshund Parade before all this happened; stay tuned! Xo

Lost in Translation

Like all dachshunds, I'm bound to have German ancestry, but that doesn't mean I'm fluent in German. Whatever Fluffo tried to tell me was lost in translation.

Tootsie and Fluffo near the top of Zweitausender in the Kitzbühel Alps, Austria.

Tootsie goes to Mont Blanc

"Dad, do you think I can climb Mont Blanc?"
"Probably not, love. You'd need crampons and an ice axe."

"Don't they make dachshund-sized crampons?"
"Not that I know of. Plus how would you deal with crevasses, dear?"

"I'd jump up and over them and use my tail for extra balance."
"Jumping is bad for your back, and your tail probably wouldn't give you much extra balance."

"I see... but could you buy me an ice axe?"
"How would you hold an ice axe with your paws?"

After establishing that Mont Blanc is a bit above my pay grade, I asked DD if we could hike somewhere near there. In spite of his reluctance to go anywhere near famous places, DD agreed and took me to Val Ferret, where we hiked to the top of Tête de la Tronche, nearly 8500 feet above sea level. Do you see the Italian side of Mont Blanc in the photo below? I'm going there... well, at least in that general direction :)

Here I'm covering the last few yards to the tippy top of Tête de la Tronche.

Fur disclosure: I got carried quite a bit, especially on the way up.

DD's summer hiking policy is to pick me up and carry me if I start panting too much.

It's a bit conservative, if you ask me, but I guess it's fair.

That way I don't get overtired and I can still wake him up at 5 am the next morning so he can feed me breakfast!

Switzerland’s best kept secrets: the Avers Valley

If you want to discover Switzerland’s best kept secrets, look no further than my doggie blog.

Today we’re sharing a very precious tip about a wonderful place that should be at the top of everyone’s list of things to see in Switzerland but instead is nearly empty: the Avers valley.

Nestled just north of the continental divide, the Avers valley is a high elevation side valley that branches off the Hinterrhein valley near the spa town of Andeer.

Home to very few people and very few tourist facilities, the Avers valley offers countless gorgeous hikes with its picture-perfect scenery and its pristine side valleys. Thanks to the high elevation of its valley floor, it’s always cool, even during heatwaves.

In these photos, Dachshund Daddy and I are hiking to the top of Guggernüll from the hamlet of Cresta. Lots of marmots everywhere, so you need to be on leash if you’re a hound, even a wee one like me.

 

I've been all over my adopted country, and the Avers Valley is one of my favorite places. Trust me, I'm a savvy sausage!

Pee spots in the mountains

When I'm hiking in the mountains, I spend a significant amount of time looking for pee spots.

Other doggy hikers leave pee mail and I feel obliged to read it with my snout.

Here's a pee-message from a yellow lab named Ugo. "Hi, everyone! I hope your day is as awesome as mine!"

My day is pretty awesome indeed. I'm here in the mountains, hiking with Dachshund Daddy!

Alright, on to the next pee message!

Am I A Plate?

Dear Mom,

I saw a note taped to the front door when Dachshund Daddy took me out for my constitutional last night. The note said: "Wash Tootsie."

What do you mean "Wash Tootsie"?

Am I a plate? A dirty dish? Why don't I get a bath?

Here's your new, edited list:

• Give Tootsie a bath
• Stop referring to Tootsie as a plate

You can see from this evidence that I am not a plate.

I am a dachshund who will fly... someday.

Thank you.

Love you,
Tootsie