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A Cute Dog’s Story

In Being Cute, Canine Writer, Cute Dogs on June 21, 2015 at 11:30 am

As a cute dog, I've got a story to tell. Check it out.

As a cute dog, I’ve got a story to tell. Check it out.

As the cutest dachshund in the world, I am the main character is my and everyone else’s story.

While Shelley talks about characters in books, I thought I would try my paw at some fiction, writing from the third-dog perspective:

Zoey the dachshund lives in an apartment in a city in the middle of somewhere. She is looking out the window, waiting for Shelley to come home from a long day at work.

“Let’s play!” Zoey says with a tail wiggle when the door clicks open.

Shelley puts her work stuff away, but she doesn’t pay Zoey any attention except for a kiss and a quick pet.

Why is she in a hurry? Why won’t she play? With! Me!! Zoey thinks and drops her head onto her paw.

Upon hearing a noise, Zoey lifts her head. Shelley’s talk-talking away on the cell phone, the big antagonist to Zoey’s playtime.

In a huff, Zoey runs under the bed, her place for pouting or hiding or taking a time out from the busy-ness of being a cute dog.

Zoey wants to be the main character in Shelley’s life. The leash rattles and that beautiful sing-song voice she has asks, “Do you want to …”

“Duh, of course I want to do anything that involves you,” Zoey thinks as she sits, still waiting for what she had been waiting for all along: time with Shelley.

It’s a love story, a girl and her dog. It’s also a mystery when Shelley will come home. It’s a horror, too, when Shelley can’t play. It’s drama. It’s comedy. It’s a dog’s life. This love that does not end, unconditional in its beingness.

On Being a Cute Dog

In All About Me, Being Cute, Cute Dachshunds on June 14, 2015 at 11:30 am

As the main character in my own story, I am on vacation this week.

Check out my BFF Shelley’s blog on character identities.

But before you do, I want to demonstrate that my identity is that of a cute, darling dachshund, so here a few photos of cute me.

Don't I look cute as I concentrate on eating a treat?

Don’t I look cute as I concentrate on eating a treat?

I'm cute when I'm atop toys. I love, love to play!

I’m cute when I’m atop toys. I love, love to play!

And I'm cute when I chew on coffee cup straws.

And I’m cute when I chew on coffee cup straws.

Canine Poet on Poetry

In Being Cute, Canine Poetry, Poetry on May 10, 2015 at 11:30 am

I really like what my BFF Shelley wrote this week about writing poems. Here is her blog:

https://shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com/?p=1016

Typically, I write poems on scraps of paper or on my laptop—but when I tried typing a poem on a typewriter, I felt halted and also inspired by the process.

I attended a People’s Market last month in downtown Loveland, an artisan fair of white tents and booths around the Foote Lagoon, a geese-filled pond with the city’s civic center as the backdrop.

One of the booths featured the Poets’ Stop with an open mic and games to spark poem creation. The games included a set of word tiles that can be arranged into a few words or one word to give a starting place to write, blank paper to leave or take a poem, and paper in the typewriter to manually type up the verses.

“You should write a poem,” one of the poets, who I know from poetry open mics, said to me as I was gathering material for a news photograph (i.e. for my day job). I figured I could sneak in a poem while on the clock, so I sat down at a foldout table in front of one of the two typewriters there.

My fingers felt stiff and awkward on the keys, unable to glide from letter to letter, because I had to press down each one. I had to think about the letters of the words I wrote, when normally there is little connection. I’m not conscious of the keyboard or placement of the letters, something that’s become automatic from practice.

This disconnection slowed my thinking and creation process as I thought about each line and each letter in the lines and what I wanted to type next.

As I typed, I had to move the bar to move the type to the next line, pulling me, for a few seconds, out of the poem and into the sounds of the geese and rumble of conversation. I entered and re-entered the poem, as if I was going over multiple speed bumps, chopping up the flow.

After I wrote the poem, the poet asked me if I would read it, and I did, finding it difficult to see the faded letters from not pressing hard enough on the keys. She said she liked it for showing how typing it made me reflective on the process of writing a poem.

Here is what I wrote:

I am unmoored by the

s tiff fore ign type writer

my thought s slowed by the mistakes of ke ys

that require pushing

hard like the book bind perfection in

grammar my fingers become insecure in the one hand

movement of this falling apart peom

the tool new but old in story

as I miss letters, slow paces,

no poem here. no. stop.

back to my comfort I returnn.

Dealing with No-Treats Block

In Being Cute, Liking Dog Treats on March 15, 2015 at 11:30 am

I want treats but am not getting any, so therefore I am pouting.

I want treats but am not getting any, so therefore I am pouting.

I find that when I don’t get treats, I pout.

Why? Because I need to be reminded that I’m cute, loved and worthy of the attention that comes from being the receiver of treats.

Treats are the extra in life that go above and beyond the dog food that provides basic nutritional needs, though treats can be nutritious, too.

Here are the treats I like:

  • Rawhide, because I can chew for a few minutes to a whole hour, depending on the type. Rawhide wrapped in dried bacon is good for chewing and the flavor, while straightforward rawhide gives me something to rotate in my paws as I chew along the edges, scraping off the plaque from my teeth.
  • Milkbones that are heated in the microwave for 20 seconds, because they taste like freshly baked crackers.
  • Round things with meaty middles that I like to crunch to get to the center. I make lots of crumbs and eat it all up, because I can’t waste good food.
  • Puppy beef sticks, because they are spicy and meaty and extra tasty.
  • Anything that humans eat, except for onions, chocolate, grapes and raisins, because those foods aren’t good for our digestive systems. I love cheese, carrots, apples, bananas and yogurt.

Here are a couple of photos of me indulging in treats (to both demonstrate what I like and to show how cute I am).

I am chewing on a rawhide in the sunshine.

I am chewing on a rawhide in the sunshine.

I am very much enjoying my rawhide stick.

I am very much enjoying my rawhide stick.

(See my writing partner Shelley’s blog on dealing with writer’s block at shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com.)

Dog Blogger shows off photos

In Being Cute, Cute Dogs, Zoey the Cute Dachshund on January 18, 2015 at 11:30 am

I thought a few photos of my cute self would brighten your it-gets-really-dark-really-fast January.

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I am cute waiting for attention as I sit on a coffee shop table.

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Okay, I’m a little sad here, because no one, I mean no one, is stopping to pet me. Please stop! Now!

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I am cute even when I’m tuckered out and ready for a nap. This is back at home after I got pets (just a few). But still, I could use more attention.

Poems by the Dog Poet

In Being Cute, Canine Poetry, Dog Writing, Shelley Widhalm on October 26, 2014 at 11:30 am

I have written a few dog poems, or canine poetry, that I am compiling into a mini-collection for you to see.

Besides being a very cute dachshund, don’t you agree that I’m also very, incredibly talented with writing and expressing myself?

Yes, thank you.

An everyday dog’s view
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

What I see every day you don’t
with your busyness and wanting to be
something important.
I get to lie down on paws,
look out the window
bark at passersby
as I blog about life,
not caring if what I say
means extravagance,
just a simple thought
that I’m okay just lying here
dreaming.

Found
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

I am not lost
With you in my heart
Squeezed against your side,
Licking the salt off your hand,
Kissing you,
Loving you,
Not wanting anything but
Being here.

Running
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

I turn the fence into a silvered blur
Until a bird sings, sound floating
Off the flap of wings.
I slow each step, an easing of paws
On stiff brown grass,
Wishing
In my silent approach
I could chase air things
Get them grounded—
But off I go again,
As if a ship sailing circles
Enclosing possibilities
Until the next bird comes along,
Hope before its leaving.

Dog Story Teller

In All About Me, Being Cute, Dog Writing, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm on October 19, 2014 at 11:30 am

Here I am as a very cute puppy with my BFF Shelley.

Here I am as a very cute puppy with my BFF Shelley.

I write lots of stories as a canine writer, plus blogs, poetry and even the occasional news article about the dog life.

I was born Dec. 20, 2008, and at eight weeks was sent to a pet store in Fort Collins, Colorado, where I was adopted a week later. My BFF Shelley saw me there, obviously thinking I was incredibly cute, and asked if she could hold me.

I leaned my head on her chest, gave her kisses and looked adoringly into her eyes. Despite my efforts, she left without me. But the next day, she came back with her mom and they both held me.

Her mom said I should be taken home, and I was thinking, duh! When I was taken to there, I found out my name and her name—Zoey and Shelley. I learned that I weighed 2 pounds, 11 ounces, small enough to fit into my brand new, multi-colored, six-inch-square bed.

I grew and accumulated toys and got treats and played hard. I had to get a bigger bed. I learned how to climb stairs and stand on my hind legs, wave, sit, lie down and roll over. I barked at big dogs, ran around the back yard and played catch, fetch and tug-of-war.

I went from a pup to a bigger pup to a dog. I went from kind of naughty to mostly good, but not all good, because that would be boring.

Basically, I grew from little to big, learning along the way that there’s so much to smell wherever I go. I’m not one to skip stopping and smelling the roses or whatever other pretty thing is on my path.

A Dog’s Photo Album

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm on October 12, 2014 at 11:30 am

Here is a picture book of my life that shows, and doesn’t tell, how cute I am.

I am cute among statues.

I am cute among statues.

I am cute posing next to flowers.

I am cute posing next to flowers.

I am cute atop a toy.

I am cute atop a toy.

And I am cute with my toys packed in a bag. Sometimes I go places, especially when I have stories to tell.

And I am cute with my toys packed in a bag. Sometimes I go places, especially when I have stories to tell.

Dog Poet

In All About Me, Being Cute, Canine Poetry, Shelley Widhalm on October 5, 2014 at 11:30 am

I am a canine poet. I write good poetry. I like bones. I don't know how to rhyme.

I am a canine poet. I write good poetry. I like bones. I don’t know how to rhyme.

I wrote lots of stories as a canine writer, plus blogs, poetry and even a news article about the dog life.

You see, I am Zoey the Cutest Dachshund this side of the Mississippi.

Here is an example of one of my canine poems that I wrote about living the dog life:

What I see
By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

What I see every day you don’t
with your busyness and wanting to be
something important.
I get to lie down on paws,
look out the window
bark at passersby,
mostly dogs,
as I blog about life,
not caring if what I say
means extravagance,
just a simple thought
that I’m okay just lying here
dreaming.

Writing about your dog

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm on September 28, 2014 at 11:30 am

I find sunshine inspiring for writing. Don't you?

I find sunshine inspiring for writing. Don’t you?

I have a few ideas for writing about your dog.

My BFF and writing partner, Shelley, is writing this week about where to find the inspiration to write.

In response, I would like to write about where to find inspiration to write about your dog. When you have a cute dog like me, you just have to look at me to feel inspired to want to treat me well, love me, play with me and say, “Isn’t she so cute?”

Shelley says that inspiration can come from books, music, the natural and manmade worlds, and human nature. It is a feeling of motivation mixed with passion to do the thing you love.

That’s nice and all, but to write about the natural world of the animal kingdom, particularly domestic dogs, start by looking at your beloved pet. How would you describe him or her, such as coat color, length of snout and shape of the ears?

To describe me, you could say I’m a sable-colored, miniature dachshund with the characteristic short legs, big bark, long fluffy, black-tipped ears that make me look extra girly, and long, elegant tail.

You could observe how we interact with other dogs, humans and cats.

This is what I do: I bark at all, I mean all, big dogs to put them in their place and let them know I am big, too, at my full 10 pounds of weight.

I try to snuggle up to and befriend cats, but most of them turn snooty and tell me, “I am not, absolutely not at all, interested in your silly friendship.” Well, well …

And I greet all humans I meet on walks, pulling my leash over to their feet and looking up at them to see if they are interested in giving me a big pet and hello. If I am hanging out at the coffee shop with Shelley, I wag my tail, stare at them and invite them with my body language to pet and love on me.

If I really like the person, I do a half roll to show my belly. I want belly rubs, because they let me know I am lovable, worthy of attention and very, extremely cute.

Here are some other ideas to write about your dog:

• Read dog training and behavior books to get inspiration on how to describe what we do.
• Listen to our different barks to try to understand how we are communicating.
• Tell the story of how we met, why you bought or wanted to rescue us, and how you’ve grown and changed being in a relationship with us, because relationships do change you.
• Describe what you love most about us and then tell us, too. We love to hear happy, loving voices and not the stern, you’re-a-bad-dog voice.
• Write about our favorite toy or object and see what emotions it evokes in you about us.
• Write about what you love most about us, and let us know that too.

In other words, look at us, really look at us and find that love you have to inspire you to begin writing, which in turn is more love folded back onto us.

Thank you for that, for your love.