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A Dog in Transition

In All About Me, Being Cute, Seeking attention, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm on September 21, 2014 at 11:30 am

I am in transition between sleeping and being awake.

I am in transition between sleeping and being awake.

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 six 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.

Note: This is an old post from 2012 that I’m recycling because my co-writer and BFF is talking about transitions. I updated my age in it, because I now am almost six, or really five years, nine months.

Very Cute Dog Seeks Attention

In All About Me, Being Cute, Seeking attention, Shelley Widhalm on March 9, 2014 at 11:30 am

I’m not picky about who greets me. I just want to be petted all of the time, and for everyone (except the big dogs) to be my friend.

Here are my poses to show how I seek and then get attention.

I'm telling you, "Come here and pet me! Now!"

I’m telling you, “Come here and pet me! Now!”

I really mean it. Please, please pet me.

I really mean it. Please, please pet me.

If you don't pet me, I will interfere with what you're doing. Don't I look cute as a lapdog on top of a laptop?

If you don’t pet me, I will interfere with what you’re doing. Don’t I look cute as a lapdog on top of a laptop?

My Dog Resume

In All About Me, Seeking attention, Shelley Widhalm on February 9, 2014 at 11:30 am

Here is my resume, demonstrating my best effort to make the most out of being an unpaid human companion.

P.O. Box 9
Loveland, CO 80537

SUMMARY: A long-haired miniature dachshund, I am experienced in catching and fetching, toy delivery, food tasting and hole-digging.

• Jan. 2009-present: Companion to humans, dog model in videos and photos, ball catcher, toy retriever, food sampler and hole-digger for the Widhalm residence.
• Feb. 2008-Jan. 2009: Puppy-in-training, learning basic commands and dog obedience skills.

• Intermediate dog training: Learned advanced dog tricks and agility skills, received in 2010, PetSmart.
• Puppy kindergarten: Learned basic commands, such as sit, lie down, come, stay, stand and shake (I don’t like that one), received in 2009, PetSmart.

• Cutest dachshund ever, as rewarded by everyone.
• Most petted, beloved, cuddliest and loving dog, rewarded by my BFF Shelley.

• Dog blogging.
• Canine poetry.
• Typing, 20 wpm.
• Digging, 3 inches/hour.
• Smelling, (all the time).
• Running (really fast).

Paws-ing for NaNoWriMo

In Seeking attention, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm on November 10, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey sadly, but patiently, waits for playtime.

Zoey sadly, but patiently, waits for playtime.

Here’s my BFF Shelley’s blog on NaNoWriMo. I’m taking this month off because I’m experiencing doggie depression at her neglect while she writes, writes, writes. As you can see, I am putting on a big pout to express my sadness and the fact I really need some play time.

Check it out, I mean the blog about the challenge that takes up all of Shelley’s time:

I’m having a love-hate relationship with NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month.

Initially, I wasn’t sure I wanted to participate in the annual novel writing challenge during the month of November to write 50,000 words in 30 days, or an average of 1,666 words a day.

The love part is I’m doing it, while the hate part is I have to do it. I told my family and friends about my challenge goal, plus announced it on Facebook and in my blog. I don’t want to report at the end of the month that “Oh yeah, I just didn’t feel like writing after all.”

On the first day of the challenge on Friday, Nov. 1, I had a bit of a head start with a 3,250-word short story that I plan to expand into a 60,000- to 70,000-word young adult novel, a genre I haven’t tried before.

The first three days went perfectly, when I wrote 1,300 words the first day and another 1,300 words the second day, followed by 2,500 on day 3.

I turned off the self-editor and simply wrote, knowing I had a goal of 1,666 words, even if I didn’t reach it initially. I got absorbed in telling the story, developing my characters and carrying along the plot I briefly had sketched out, thinking, “This is a really good book that I’m writing.”

On Day 4 I had excuses for not writing: 1 million errands to do, a day with my mom and a birthday dinner with my brother; plus, I felt too tired to open up my laptop after a dozen hours of constant moving.

Day 5 was better. I wrote 1,800 words, feeling the vibe of my continual writing flow. There wasn’t any time lapse between writing episodes (like a few days or weeks filled with excuses, as is my normal routine), so I had my plot, characters and setting forefront in my mind. I wrote fast in two hours and felt quite proud.

And then on Day 6, I wondered if what I was writing actually was crap. Did I really understand how a 15-year-old thinks, and did I know how being a teenager has changed over the years? Why was I working in a genre I hadn’t studied seriously enough, only reading a few young adult books and being a reporter in schools, but only occasionally?

I still wrote anyway, because I had 1,666 words to write. I wrote 1,800 because I wanted to finish the scene I somehow had developed. I closed my computer, hoping that what I wrote wasn’t really awful.

I kept on writing through the rest of the week, logging in a total of 17,348 words for days 1-9. I figured I had started, so I wasn’t going to stop because of a few insecurities.

After one week, I get the purpose of NaNoWriMo. It’s about discipline and just doing it, not worrying about the final draft when it’s a rough draft with lots of potential. Writing daily, or nearly every day, allows the story to unfold more organically, one scene leading to the next as you let the subconscious and your speedy fingers take over.

Because it’s all about the numbers after all. And, of course, the words.

Zoey: Blogging Honor

In Seeking attention, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm on October 27, 2013 at 8:40 pm

I’m really proud of my BFF Shelley. She got her blog published Oct. 24 as a guest blog on mystery writer Patricia Stoltey’s blog, patriciastoltey.blogspot.com.

I give her two barks and a high paw five. Next week, it’s back to me and being a very darn cute dachshund.

Here’s her blog, called “On Finding my Words.” Please check it out:


Dog Blogger

In Being Cute, Seeking attention, Shelley Widhalm, Uncategorized on September 1, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey the Lapdog is hard at work blogging on her borrowed laptop.

Zoey the Lapdog is hard at work blogging on her borrowed laptop.

I’ve got my paw on the secrets of blogging.

My name is Zoey, and as the CEO of Cuteness, I write as “Zoey’s Paw.” I am a cute, darling and pretty miniature long-haired dachshund with a big personality in life and on the page.

I started blogging in June 2008 as a co-blogger with my BFF Shelley, who writes as “Shell’s Ink.” She writes about the process of writing and the writer’s life, while I write about the dog’s life, anything from why I like and deserve treats to why dogs need attention, playtime, exercise and walks.

My blogs are based on research from books about dogs and some online stuff, too, plus personal experience. This, I believe, makes them interesting and insightful, while also providing material on dog behavior, personality and survival needs, plus plushy but just as necessary wants.

Blogging isn’t just for humans, but is beneficial for dogs (and maybe even cats) to do for several reasons, including:

• I learn new stuff, like what my different barks communicate to humans.
• I’m a better researcher, which adds to my skills of digging and smelling while running around outside or taking leash walks. I can better understand and put into words what I’m experiencing instead of just experiencing it; i.e. I’m smarter.
• I connect with other humans who love dogs and the few canines out there who do blog (we’re an elite bunch).
• I’m a better writer, because practice makes perfect.

And last but not least, I get to see my photos all over the web, plus expand my fan club so they can admire me and see just how cute I am. After all, I am the CEO of Cuteness.

See my BFF Shelley’s blog at shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com

The Canine Need for Attention

In Seeking attention, Shelley Widhalm on July 28, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey the Cute Dachshund needs and wants attention.

Zoey the Cute Dachshund needs and wants attention.

In addition to play, dogs need attention, but this attention should not spoil us – though as the cutest dachshund on the planet, I deserve a bit of spoiling, as well as the princess treatment.

Of course, dog training books recommend princess and not-so-princess-y dogs get a healthy dose of attention that includes daily walks, exercise and play time. Like humans, we need love and attention, as well as stimulation to keep our minds active and to be socialized.

If we don’t receive this attention, we can be harder to train, disobedient and destructive. When left alone, we may chew on shoes and furniture, get into trash and mark beds and floors (puppies chew as part of the teething process, but adult dogs should have learned acceptable behaviors and identified the difference between the chewable and not so chewable options).

Seeking immediate attention, we may resort to jumping up, barking, whining, pawing and dropping a toy or ball into the lap. These behaviors are cute in a puppy, but adult dogs need to know about positive ways of seeking attention, such as sitting nicely or playing with our toys on our own.

Dogs need to have some independence, so don’t reward us if we’re continuously demanding your notice. Help us develop our own interests, such as giving us something new to chew while you work on your laptop, writing blogs.

Don’t reward us for poor behavior, such as barking or pawing at you, because the attention only temporarily stops our undesirable behavior. We’ve learned we can get a response out of you, and we’ll do it again.

When we act in this undesirable way, ignore us, which I really, really dislike. Just like now, I barked for attention and had to go inside after I refused to listen to two repeats of “No bark.”

As soon as we resume our good behavior, reward us for that, like now when I stopped pawing at the patio door and got to go back outside. Even stubborn dogs like dachshunds will eventually catch on.

And as a note, we shouldn’t be left no more than eight hours a day. Then we’ll really have a reason to complain.

Sick Days for Bouncy Puppies

In All About Me, Seeking attention, Shelley Widhalm, Sleeping soundly on April 7, 2013 at 11:30 am

I'm sleeping very comfortably. Yum!

I’m sleeping very comfortably. Yum!

I like sick days.

Shelley, my BFF, was sick on Wednesday with a bad cold, chills and dizziness, so she stayed home all day. She was in bed with me, and I didn’t even go outside, because I wanted to make sure she was all right.

When she got up to make dinner, I looked at her like, “What are you doing? We’re cozy here. And aren’t you sick?”

“I’m hungry,” she said.

I followed her to the kitchen, but did she share?

“You don’t like this, remember?”

It was spicy microwave food.

No, I didn’t remember not liking anything.

I waited patiently by her chair, and she just ate and went back to bed, forgetting something important: feeding me. I followed her.

Where’s my treat? I pleaded with my eyes.

She just slept, and then she got up and started reading, still in bed.

I liked this, my bedfellow and I staying inside on a sunny spring day.

And, of course, I barked at all the sounds. The bonus was that Shelley apparently was too tired to tell me to be quiet.

So, when is the next sick day?

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!


A Dog’s Take on Storytelling

In Seeking attention, Shelley Widhalm, What's important on April 1, 2012 at 7:05 pm

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

While Shelley blabs on about all this writing stuff, 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 …”

Zoey has a journal at the ready to tell her stories.

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.