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Dogs Needing Transitions

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm, What's important on November 25, 2012 at 11:30 am

I know, I know, I’ve got a really loud bark. Woof!

Dog-gone it, I am in transition.

I have been in transition, am in transition and will be in transition, probably for a really long time.

It’s not because I’m changing and growing slightly older, because everyone does that. (BTW, I’ll be four on Dec. 20, and could you please put that on your calendar).

I am in transition because as the cutest dachshund ever, I have an image to uphold.

What I’m saying is I’m trying really hard at being good.

I am moving from a place in my life of being kind of bad – when I chewed shoes, the legs of furniture and the corners of rug; when I barked at every little sound (it’s my job!); and when I ran under the bad to pout – to being for the most part good.

As a puppy, I chewed everything I could get my paws on, but now I chew my rawhides and chew toys. That change was easy, because it was a matter of growing up.

The other two changes actually require work, and – big sigh – I have to try.

My automatic and most natural response to loud noises and big dogs is to bark big and loud. But Shelley, my BFF, doesn’t want me to do that. So, should I consider the possibility of barking a tad less and a tad quieter?

Maybe. Or maybe not.

My other bad behavior is throwing a big pout whenever I don’t get my way. I scurry off to hide under the bed and slump onto my paws, bemoaning the fact that I am not getting the attention, treats or playtime that I want.

I pout at least once a day. This behavior I probably will not work on changing, because I have to pout. If I don’t feel sorry for myself, I would have to accept not being the center of everyone’s attention span. And that’s where I belong.

See, don’t you get it? Transitions are in the middle spot between things. I am between things and in the middle. I guess that means I can keep on being a little bad, always in transition.

Dog Retreats (and Treats Too!)

In All About Me, Center of attention, Shelley Widhalm on November 18, 2012 at 11:30 am

I would like to retreat under the bed.

I do not like it when my BFF is away writing. I want her here with me.

I don’t care about how many words she writes, or how long she writes. Or even what she writes (well, unless it’s about me).

Dogs are not into DIY retreats. We want you nearby. We want to know you love us.

Otherwise, we will retreat in our own ways, barking furiously, digging holes in your pretty flower garden or hiding somewhere, peering out with our pouty dog eyes.

Retreat is a bad word.

Treat is a good word.

Dogs like treats, don’t you understand that? I like chicken flavored milk bones, mini steaks and cheese. Man, do I love the cheese.

Who moved my cheese? Where is my cheese?

Oh wait, isn’t that a book?

Here are a couple of photos to demonstrate that I need lots of attention, please!

Being forced to wear pajamas is not the kind of attention I need.

I like the attention I get on my birthday. Did you remember to put Dec. 20 into your calendar? Thanks!


The Overwhelming Need for Groups to Which Dogs Can Belong

In All About Me, Dog communication, Dog Writing, Finding friends, Shelley Widhalm on November 11, 2012 at 11:30 am

Please join Zoey’s dog group, so she doesn’t feel so sad. She says bow-thank-you.

I’ve searched the newspaper ads, Meetup.com and anywhere else I can think of, but there just aren’t any dog groups.

Sure, there are dog groups for owners of dogs, such as the German Shepherd Dog Club of America, the Labrador Retriever Club and the National Greyhound Association, as well as the Dachshund Club of America.

As the Cutest Dachshund this Side of the Mississippi, I would like to join the Dachshund Club of America.

But these dog clubs and associations are for people who own dogs. The dog owners want to show off how their dogs compete in agility courses, perform training tricks and compare in confirmation, or how closely an individual dog meets the ideal breed standard.

The dog owners go all crazy grooming us, even taking it so far to vacuum off our loose fur, put mascara on our graying whiskers and brush all body parts, including our teeth. This doesn’t allow us dogs to congregate and bark out a conversation; i.e. these clubs aren’t about us. They are about our owners who want us to look good for their sakes.

I would like to find a dog group that meets once a week, such as in a dog-friendly coffee shop, where we could sit at our own table and howl.

We’d have our dog-friendly cups of water and dog-licious treats to eat as we bark about politics – which for us concerns marking of territory, crossing territory boundaries and acting out of line, such as barking when the smelling of behinds is more appropriate.

We’d figure out whom to elect as president – of our group, not the country – and have a vote, counting paws. I would volunteer to serve as secretary, because I like to take notes and am quite literate, unlike some dogs that don’t blog.

And we would set an agenda about topics to discuss each week, such as issues of the neighborhood, where to find good food and how to be good for the sake of our owners, but not so good that we get bored. Being bad is part of being a dog, because we hear “bad dog” almost as much as “good dog,” or at least I do.

Shelley, my BFF, doesn’t want me to bark at the big dogs, but I do that because I’m inviting them to my new club.

It’s the Dachshund Club of Zoey’s Neighborhood.

Dog-Gone Interesting …

In All About Me, Being Cute, Seeking attention, Shelley Widhalm on November 4, 2012 at 11:30 am

Here are some Zoey prompts.

This week, Shelley (my BFF) is going on and on about writing prompts, but I think she should consider these photos as prompts toward happiness. The truth of the matter is that I am very, very cute and looking at me prompts feelings of glee.

See Zoey run. See Zoey play. See Zoey get her photo taken.

Zoey’s got Spot beaten paws down, don’t you think?

Well, hello there. Aren’t I cute?

I’m cute in a witch’s hat (for Halloween, of course).

And I’m cute in my Halloween mechanic girl get-up!