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Cute Dog Advice: How to Get Attention

In A Dog's Need for Attention, Center of attention, Cute Dachshunds, Cute Dogs, On Being Cute, Zoey the Cute Dachshund on July 2, 2017 at 5:30 pm

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I am cute waiting for attention at a coffee shop.

My favorite thing in life is to be petted, and I found the best way to get what I want.

Greet people.

This is how I do it. While my BFF and sidekick Shelley does boring work on her laptop, sitting outside the coffee shop, I sit on her lap and wait. I’m a lapdog, and she’s got me the lapdog alongside her laptop (or close enough). Or, think of it as Top Dog (and a lap!).

As customers of our favorite downtown Loveland coffee shop (or Starbucks, too) walk by, I stare at them and wiggle my tail, hoping they’ll notice me. If they look my way, I smile, showing off my white, nearly-daily brushed teeth, and look some more. They usually stop, and here’s the kicker, my BFF asks those being greeted by me if they want to say hello.

Duh. Of course they do.

I let them pet me, and I sigh with happiness. They use several adjectives to describe me: cute, adorable, pretty and beautiful. They say I have a beautiful coat (sable colored) and look like a girl with my floppy, black-tipped ears and two kohl black lines extending from the edges of my large, brown eyes.

Some say I’m spoiled.

Not.

I just need treats and love and attention, just like cats and humans.

Anyway, the customers who get my special greeting go in for their coffee and often come out for a second round. On it goes, my continual revolving door of hellos. I get to give a greeting and get back a big pet and lots of love.

This greeting tactic I’ve developed is mentioned in my BFF’s newsletter, Shell’s Ink Spot, which releases the first of the month. The section where I get a big spotlight and even more attention is called Puppy News (or a puppy update on Zoey, the CEO of Cuteness). For the July issue, she wrote:

Zoey is my sidekick and occasional writing partner. I like to take my lapdog to work on my laptop, sitting outside my favorite coffee shop. She greets customers as they come in the door with a tail wag and intense stares, welcoming anyone and everyone to stop and pet her. She loves people, and she helps me be more social. I still can focus, but I get fun little breaks of people saying how cute and adorable she is, and she eats it up, seeking even more attention. People remember her name first before they recall mine, though our names go together: Shelley and Zoey, or S and Z.

If you want to receive her newsletter, send her an email at shellsinkservices@gmail.com.

 

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Books About Understanding Your Dog

In Center of attention, Shelley Widhalm, Uncategorized on December 23, 2012 at 11:30 am

Zoey's BFF, Shelley, obviously adores her because she is so, so cute!

When bonding with a puppy, as shown here when I was just six months old, it’s best to read books on how to train, love and bond with your new BFF.

If you are thinking about becoming best friends with a dog or puppy, I recommend you read a few books to get to know us better.

First, read some of the Dummies series, such as “Puppies for Dummies,” and “Dachshunds for Dummies” (if you own a breed like mine, which is the extraordinarily cute miniature long-haired dachshund).

After that, try out books that explain why we act the way we do and how we see, smell and hear our worlds.

Finally, give us lots of love, plus daily walks, playtime, attention and treats.

Here’s my list, and it’s not too long:

  • How Dogs Think, What the World Looks Like to Them and Why They Act the Way They Do, Stanley Coren – A must-read for any pet owner to become better informed about dog behavior and how best to love us. I suggest treats and lots of playtime.
  • Why Does My Dog Act That Way? A Complete Guide to Your Dog’s Personality, Stanley Coren – This guy’s really smart and you should read both of his books. As  for my personality, I am playful, energetic and scared, but act brave, around big dogs.
  • Inside of a Dog: What Dogs See, Smell and Know, Alexandra Horowitz – We’re smarter than you think, plus we have a keen sense of smell and see the world in different colors than humans.

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!

 

Zoey’s Cute Score: 100

In Being Cute, Center of attention, Shelley Widhalm on October 21, 2012 at 11:00 am

Inspiration is a two-sided doggie biscuit.

On the one side, cute dogs like me inspire admiration.

And on the other, I get inspired by being told I’m cute.

Either way, I tally up my cute score to be 100 plus points, the highest score possible given that I’m already the CEO of cuteness.

To see specifically what dog inspiration means, check out the photos below, some of which include members of my fan club.

Zoey is posing with her BFF Shelley.

Zoey’s BFF, Shelley, obviously adores her because she is so, so cute!

Zoey is cuddling with her grandpa.

 

 

Paws-ing in A Year in Review

In Being Cute, Center of attention, Shelley Widhalm on January 1, 2012 at 10:00 am

2011 was a year of play, seeking attention and finding the fun in a daily dose of being the cutest dachshund this side of theMississippi. 

The end of the year offers a time for reflection, but being a dog, I don’t focus too much on the past. I’m all about the present.

I’m also about presents, as you can see in this photo of my opening my presents on Christmas Day.

Zoey opens her presents one after another on Christmas Day.

I’ve learned a few things this year:

* I’m not supposed to bark at big dogs.

* I’m not supposed to bark at noises in the middle of the night and wake up Shelley.

The problem is I like to bark.

* I’m not supposed to be selfish with my toys when I play with other dogs. In other words, I’m supposed to share.

* I’m supposed to sit when I want to beg for treats.

* If I sit beside my toys, Shelley will get the hint and play with them and me.

* I can catch balls.

* I can carry doggie teddy bears that are larger than me.

* I can stand on my hind legs.

And I can be ultra, extra, exceptionally cute.

In 2012, I will be blogging about the life of a dog, what I learn and what I like about being furry and fou-legged. I’ll continue with my canine poetry and try my paw at writing a dog story or two.

Hence, Zoey’s Paw.

A Dog’s Motivation Factor

In A keen barker, Center of attention, Motivation, Pet me, Shelley Widhalm on December 11, 2011 at 7:00 am

Zoey turns a coffee cup lid into a toy.

As I’ve said before, I’m motivated by treats and getting petted. I also want to play chase, tug of war and games of keep away.

I especially want to be the center of attention.

It’s not too hard for me to meet these goals. I am a very cute long-haired dachshund, and most everyone loves me, well except for the big dogs. I bark at them, at least when I’m atop a coffee shop table or in someone’s lap, to let them know I’m the queen dog (not bee).

I get so many pets and told I’m cute, adorable and pretty. It’s like I’m famous, or so cute that I should be.

On Black Friday, I went to PetSmart with Shelley, my parent, and three people in a row stopped Shelley to ask her if they could pet me.

Me!

I don’t have a big ego, seriously, like right now I am sitting on Shelley’s lap listening to music at this Wednesday Night Hootenanny at the Mandolin Café. A few people have asked to pet me, as usually is the case at my hangout. But I’m being a good girl for Shelley’s sake.

A long time ago, she told her friends that she wanted to train squirmy me into a lapdog, and here I am being a lapdog. It took me a few months and a few trips home, but I can bend my will to that of another.

I like how the music is different from people’s voices. I can distinguish individual words when I’m being talked to, but music is like a moving string of sound that doesn’t divide with the silent spaces between words. Music sometimes matches my heartbeat or how it feels to take in air and push it into a sigh. So happy I am being here listening and seeing and sighing, engaging my sight, my hearing, my feeling and my ability to be quiet.

I don’t have to bark at big sounds, as is the case when I encounter other dogs and have to let them know about my presence.

Staging Pets

In All About Me, Center of attention, Pet me on July 24, 2011 at 12:28 pm

I am always in the now, but that’s because I’m a dog.

The last thing I am is shy. That’s because I need people to pet me.

I’m not afraid of the stage either. It’s all around me, wherever I am. I prance as I walk. Or I look ahead, scoping out those who will pet me. I slow when we cross paths, wagging my tail and panting. If they stop, I am the center of attention, at least for a few minutes.

If I’m on a table at a coffee shop, I look around and if people are approaching, I sit up straighter, wiggle a little and stretch out my neck, as if saying, “Here’s your personal invitation to pet me.”

And boy do I get the pets. But that’s not all. It’s like I’m hearing inquiries for autographs. “She’s so cute!” “Is she a puppy?” (Actually, I’m 2 and ½, but I show my age well). And, “Is she a purebred?” (Well, of course, I want to say as I stick my snout in the air, but I don’t because of my good manners).

Even a few people have requested to take my photograph, because, get this, I am so darn cute.

Shelley, my pet owner, says “yes” of course.

Those lucky bastards, capturing my image for posterity. So has Shelley, who has two photo albums filled with photos of me! Me! Wow!

Dog Frustrations

In Center of attention, Going on walks, Inclusion, My stuffed toys, What's important on March 6, 2011 at 9:00 am

A lot of my stuffed toys have squeakies in them, and I love to grab them, give them a shake and bite on the squeaker. The chirp, chirp noise is the coolest sound I’ve ever heard. I particularly like teddy bears that are my size, as if they are friends that I can roll around with, pounce on and give a lick.

Shelley’s mom let me borrow her white stuffed dog that has a barker in it, while we played on the couch. Shelley kept pressing the barker, and then I tried, but I couldn’t find it. The barkers in my toys are in the head, the front paws or, in the case of my duckie, in the chest. I got mad, and didn’t want to have anything to do with the stuffed dog.

—Yes, my little Zoey walked to the end of the couch, turned her back on us and stared at the wall. My mom, who I was visiting last weekend, said, “Look, she’s ignoring her toy.” I don’t know if dogs experience anger, but she certainly had experienced frustration and wanted to get away from the source of her angst. The squeakie, I couldn’t tell her, is in the front elbow.

Um, Shelley, this is my blog! Why are you interrupting my blog when you have your own blog? I don’t think that’s fair. My challenge for you next week is to take me to the coffee shop every day, on two walks a day and anywhere else I can meet as many people as is dog-anly possible.

Couch Surfing

In All About Me, Center of attention, Dog communication, Play time, What's important, Who's Alpha DOG? on February 27, 2011 at 8:54 am

I am glad Shelley finished with her novel. That means she’ll have more time to spend with me. I am trying to give her the message that she spends too much time working, but she’s not getting it.

She comes home at 5 or 6 every night, puts her bag on the floor and calls for me. She finds me either in the living room or on her bed (I mean our bed) and gives me kisses and lots of pets.

But then she puts something in the microwave or she does something that doesn’t involve me. In response, I hide under the bed or the couch and put my head on my paws, staring out at her feet. I see her face as she gets on her hands and knees.

“Are you going to come out? Do you want to go on a walk?”

“No,” I tell her with my eyes.

Even so, she’s tricked me by eating cheese and, of course, I come out, and she gives me a piece and as I start to chew, she grabs me and puts on my harness and leash. Or she throws a ball, and I chase it and out comes the leash.

The whole problem that I have is we do things when Shelley wants to do them, like when we go on walks. It’s not like she understands that when we wake up in the morning, I don’t want her to leave. I want her to play with me or take me places where I can play with other people and get their kisses all day long. For a couple of hours, we do go on walks and visit dog-friendly places, but for a short time measured against the many hours of her disappearance.

I don’t like that she’s making the rules, which goes against my alpha dog status. So under the couch I go to pout.

Miss Jealousy

In Center of attention, Dog communication, Left out, Why leave on November 21, 2010 at 8:34 am

I am too young to have my mother gone, my real mother, the one who gave birth to me. I consider Shelley to be my mother. But sometimes, she is gone, and I don’t like that. An hour or two is okay, but eight, no thanks. What’s she doing all day anyway?

I’m a bit concerned about the fact that Shelley is not talking about me in her – what is that word? It rhymes with frog and jog. She’s said that word, and it’s what we do once a week. Actually, it’s her translating my thoughts as I bark them to her, and I sit there next to her, telling her what to write.

Why is Shelley not talking about me? I am the center of attention, or should be. I want my people to be with me, talking to me and petting me and loving on me. That way I know everything is all right with the world. As long as I am on Shelley’s mind, and her mom’s, too, and her dad’s, plus her brother Brian’s, at least once in awhile, then I know that I am not just some wild animal trying to fit into a human world. I am, in fact, one of them.

Oh why, why, am I being left out?

Talk about me, Shelley, oh come on.

Please.