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Dog-terns in Action

In All About Me, Shelley Widhalm on June 30, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey loves running around and playing.

Zoey loves running around and playing.

I am a dog-tern at my BFF Shelley’s workplace.

Shelley takes me to work with her on Saturdays or Sundays, depending on her schedule. She, unfortunately, starts working after tossing me a couple of my special at-work toys.

I take one and run, inviting her to chase me, and she does for a few spins around the desks in the open newsroom.

“I’ve got to go back to work,” she says.

I take a nibble of food, a drink of water and pout. “Please,” I look up at Shelley with sad eyes, “play with me.”

Shelley responds by working.

I take off to explore the upstairs and downstairs, returning here and there to find out if Shelley is still sitting at her desk. If she is, I sink into nap status, pouting a little bit more, because I so badly need to play.

“Want to go with me?” Shelley asks, and I bolt upright to attention.

Where are we going? my wiggling tail emphasizes my urgent question.

Shelley takes me with her to an assignment, carrying me or putting me on the ground. When I’m on the ground, I want to explore the smells, but she wants me to stick around. I pull, and she pulls, and we are thrown into a tug-of-war game with me losing.

“Sorry,” I hear her say. “She won’t stay in one place. But I can’t leave her in the car.”
That’s right. It’s hot in the car.

Up in her arms I go, smooshed against her notebook as she tries to juggle me with note taking.

I want to tell her, stop writing about life and live it, i.e. let’s go play.

But obviously, it is work time for Shelley and as her dog-tern that means I have to pretend to be working, too. We go back to her office, and she writes and I explore, nap, explore and beg Shelley to play, which we get to do at the end of the day.

About time, I have to say.

I’m not about all work and no play. I prefer play and play some more.

The Pace of a Dog’s Life

In All About Me, Shelley Widhalm on June 23, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey sadly, but patiently, waits for playtime.

Zoey sadly, but patiently, waits for playtime.

I have two paces in my life as a pet dog – fast and fun, or slow and boring.

Except when I need a nap, I like the fast pace.

Unfortunately, Shelley my BFF leaves me all day when she goes to work, so the pace is really, really slow.

To pass the time, I bark at the trucks that drive by and any other noises I hear (Shelley caught me out when I didn’t hear her coming up the stairs, and I started barking at the trash truck).

If I’m not barking, I’m napping, choosing a new spot to nap or getting a drink of water.

When Shelley comes home after work, that’s when things pick up. She lets me out onto the patio, where I bark to let the neighbors know that I’m here, looking cute. If there’s nothing to bark at, I sit or lie down in the sun and take another nap.

A few minutes later, Shelley opens the patio door and asks me if I want to go on a walk. I
blink at her, and she picks me up and puts me in my pink harness.

We walk for a really long time, maybe stopping at a coffee shop so Shelley can read, and I can sit on the table and bark some more at the big dogs, bikes and anything that moves too fast.

I bark to slow them down back to my pace.

After a bit, Shelley and I go home, play chase or tug-of-war and head to bed.

I count the days – yes, dogs can count! – until the weekend when I get Shelley all to myself all day long. That’s when the pace of life really picks up.

Unfortunately, weekends are too short and fast-paced.

Go figure. And a big sigh from me.

Good Rules for Dog BFFs

In All About Me, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm on June 16, 2013 at 11:30 am

There are certain rules to follow when interacting with dogs.

There are certain rules to follow when interacting with dogs.

My BFF Shelley finally figured out what should have been so obvious about me, Zoey the Cute Dachshund.

I need, absolutely need, my water dish to be higher than on the floor.

I tried to give her the hint that I don’t like bending down so low to drink by not drinking from my water bowl. I, instead, waited for her to give me water from cups she held for me when we were out on mini-trips to the park, the coffee shop or the outdoor mall. But because she didn’t figure it out until a cat owner had to tell her about my needs, the result was I was always so, so thirsty.

The other way I’ve hinted this to her involved avoiding eating out of the dog food bowl and trying to rely on table scraps. Though those are not as readily available and are given out in tiny portions that aren’t even enough for a meal. So, I eat my dog food, eventually.

Here are some other things she’s just figured out by reading books about dog behavior:

• I prefer going on a scent walk, where I follow my nose instead of walking in a straight line at the end of a leash.
• I like to meet other dogs off leash instead of on leash, because we can make our own rules without having someone tug on us. We are on even ground that way.
• I bark at the big dogs because I’m protecting her, plus my territory. When I’m in an unfamiliar place, I do not dare bark because I do realize they are big. I just want to be big, too, but I guess that’s a personal issue for a miniature dachshund like me to face.
• I see in blue, yellow and green, so my world looks a little different from hers. I like grass because it’s green, and I like my toys that are of these colors, because I can see them all pretty like.
• I like to dig when I’m frustrated, though I’m not digging for badgers, because obviously I’m a house dog and I’ve lost touch with my heritage and breeding.

Last of all, I need to be loved lots, told I’m cute and cuddled, because I’ve been bred to be a companion to humans. This part of my breeding remains close and core to my identity.

Cute Dog Photos (of Zoey, of course!)

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm on June 9, 2013 at 11:30 am

I don’t need revision in my life. I already am cute, adorable, pretty and just plain lovable.

Check out these photos of me, Zoey the Cute Dachshund:

Zoey is cute atop a toy.

Zoey is cute atop a toy.

Zoey loves her fuzzy bone.

Zoey loves her fuzzy bone.

And Zoey loves to chew. Whatever she does, she is cute!

And Zoey loves to chew. Whatever she does, she is cute!

A Bone for Your Thoughts

In Bones, Shelley Widhalm, The need for spoiling, Treats on June 2, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey's napping on her stuffed bone.

Zoey’s napping on her stuffed bone.

There are bad books and bad writing, but what I hate is …

Bad bones.

There are the bones that go crunch in the night but taste like cardboard.

There are bones that aren’t soft, delicious and chewy.

And there are bones that are old, dry and boring.

The bones that are stickers for photo albums aren’t very tasty either.

What I like are bones that are given to me as treats, such as milk bones, dog bones with meat inside, bones with actual real meat on them, and bones from homemade recipes made by humans and given to sweet ‘ole me.

The problem with bones and other treats is I eat them really fast, and then they are gone.

Gone. Gone …

Dog gone it!

Zoey tasted this bone, but she would prefer something a tad more tasty!

Zoey tasted this bone, but she would prefer something a tad more tasty!