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Zoey shows off Christmas photo

In A Dog's Need for Attention, A Dog's Toys, Cute Dachshunds, Cute Dogs, Uncategorized on December 4, 2016 at 11:30 am

zoeynaughtyMy BFF Shelley, who took this photo, thinks I’m saying, “Should I be naughty or not so naughty? Either way, Love Me!”

That may be true, but I’m also saying, give me some treats.

I’m awaiting Christmas, when I will be sure to get wrapped presents that will included toys, treats and more treats. The tradition at our house is my human family exchanges presents and then focuses on me as I unwrap my presents. I do it on my own, using my teeth, ripping the paper to shreds. That’s almost as fun as getting a present … almost.

Each year, I get a toy or two, some edible treats and a set of small rawhide treats, which I rip out from the package or try to, and then Shelley takes one out and gives it to me. I ignore everyone else and get to chewing. It’s a Merry Christmas indeed!

A dog’s back story

In Cute Dachshunds, Cute Dogs, On Being Cute, Uncategorized on October 9, 2016 at 11:30 am


My BFF Shelley thinks I’m cute, obviously!

This week my BFF Shelley blogged about back story, and I thought I’d do the same but about myself.

The back story of how I became the CEO of cuteness is full of tension and excitement.

First off, I was born that way, though that’s not the entire story.

Before I get into that back story, I’ll tell you about the exciting current moment, or the now. I’m seven, but I’m told I still look young—I have bright white teeth and a cute, darling face (I’m also told this). I don’t actually look at myself in the mirror, but I hear how I’m cute, pretty, beautiful and what a face! I know, I know.

Shelley got me when I was nine weeks, and I picked her out. She wanted to hold a puppy after going through some allergy shots, and she held me. I laid my head on her chest, and she was taken. The next day she came back, and I did the same thing and found my new home.

She took me to puppy kindergarten and intermediate training, read tons of training and dog behavior books, and figured out how to be the boss of me (except I didn’t relent on the barking at the big dogs and things with wheels that go by on the sidewalk). I didn’t give her full boss-iness, either, because I established myself as CEO, and she has to accept I’m alpha when it comes to cuteness.

I demonstrate this cuteness when Shelley takes me on walks or with her to coffee shops. I sit (or stand) sentry, watching out for people who will stop and pet me and tell me what I want to hear: that I’m cute and pretty both, that I’m a good girl, that Shelley’s lucky to have me.

I tell them back, in tail wiggles and occasional kisses, I’m lucky to be with her, too. We’re a match, back then and now.


A dog’s attention needs

In A Dog's Exercise Needs, A Dog's Need for Attention, Cute Dogs, Going on walks, Uncategorized on September 18, 2016 at 11:30 am


I’m so cute, everyone wants to pet me, even with a long, long reach.

Dogs are social animals and need lots of attention.

I, in particular, need lots of attention, and like to be told that I’m cute, pretty and beautiful and to get lots of pets. But because I don’t get my cuteness factor pointed out every day (though I should), I have some more basic attention needs.

Here’s how to give us some attention and also establish routines that let us know we’re loved (and who’s the leader of the pack):

  • Give us at least 30 minutes of exercise a day to keep us healthy.
  • Offer regular playtimes, so that we can build a relationship with you and have fun.
  • Do tricks with us to improve our mental stamina and prowess, such as shake and spin.
  • Do obedience training with us to let us know you’re the leader and that also encourages us to be good. When you say “sit,” “lie down” and “stay,” we know what you want and respect your consistency. Of course, treats help.
  • Pet us through belly rubs, head patting and massages to create an emotional bond. I could use pets all day long (and cuddles, too).
  • Be there when we eat, or at least ask us to sit for food and treats. I free-range eat but wait until my BFF Shelley is home to eat (unless I’m really hungry and then go ahead and eat, but it’s boring).
  • Set the same time every night for bedtime, so that we have an expectation of when to settle down. Shelley and I agreed the day I came home as a 9-week-old puppy that I’d share her bed with her. I whined so much, Shelley, as a new- and first-time puppy owner, couldn’t take it and said, “Tonight only.” As if. I retrained her on that one.

These are just a few ways to provide a pattern for our day and to let us know what to expect, thereby establishing a good routine for us to follow.


Cute dog shows off

In Cute Dachshunds, Cute Dogs, Uncategorized, Zoey the Cute Dachshund on August 28, 2016 at 11:30 am

As the cutest dachshund ever, this week I thought I’d let photos tell a thousand words about my cuteness factor.



A (cute) dog’s reflections on barking

In Barking Dogs, Being Cute, Cute Dogs, Loud barks, Uncategorized on July 10, 2016 at 11:30 am

I like to bark excessively.

I bark at dogs larger than me, at wheels and at loud, sudden bursts of sound.


I’m cute when I bark.!

Shelley, my BFF, tells me No Bark, but I don’t listen.

I bark and bark some more.

I probably need a dog whisperer to stop.

Or a stronger enforcement of my silence.

But I’m not going to be silent.

I want the world to know that I’m here, and that I’m cute.

I want the world to know that I have a voice.

So, therefore, I won’t be quiet, not when I can growl, grumble, whimper, bark, howl and make shrill sounds that sound like a multiple, layered snapping of my jaws. I won’t because I’m just trying to be in my being-ness through my noise.

I bark, therefore I am.


I am cute among statues.

Sad dog tale (about NaNoWriMo)

In All About Me, Cute Dogs, Uncategorized, Very Cute Dogs on November 29, 2015 at 11:30 am

I am quite sad that my BFF Shelley is spending lots of her freetime doing NaNoWriMo instead of paying attention to me.

NaNoWriMo is for National Novel Writing Month, meaning Shelley is trying to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I really think she should have 50,000 play sessions with me during the month and every month.

Here are some photos to show Shelley (and others, too) that I’m cute and need attention.


I am cute hanging out on my bed with my teddy bear.


I’m cute when I’m sleeping.

Zoey the Dachshund is very cute

In Being Cute, Cute Dogs, Shelley Widhalm, Uncategorized on August 10, 2014 at 11:30 am

I am perfectly cute, so there is nothing to revise, fix or edit about me. To demonstrate my cuteness, here are some photos of my 10+ cuteness factor.

After you look at them, check out my writing partner’s blog about revising novels at wordpress.shelleywidhalm.com. She, unlike me, has a lot to fix about herself, or at least her writing.

Here are the photos of cute me:

In this one, I am Shelley’s lapdog next to her laptop as she works on her novel.

Here I am again being a laptop lapdog.

And finally, I just am so darn cute, you have to smile.

A dog’s take on writer’s block

In Being Cute, Dog Writing, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm, Uncategorized on May 18, 2014 at 11:30 am

Zoey is experiencing writer's block, but not toy and treat block.

Zoey is experiencing writer’s block, but not toy and treat block.

I am experiencing doggie block, just as my BFF Shelley goes on and on about writer’s block. For that reason, I thought I would share her blog this week.

Here it is at shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com:

Mastering something like writing is like mastering the wheels of your life.

Once you know how to ride a bike, you don’t forget—and the same goes with writing. The old skills are stored away as you move on to the bigger wheels, except in those cases where you get stuck, or experience writer’s block or burnout.

For me, I started with a big-wheel bike—a four-wheeled, pedaled toy I rode in the driveway because the road I grew up on was on a hill.

By four or five, I upgraded to a tricycle and then to a bigger tricycle, which now hangs upside down in my younger brother’s garage, a sentimental reminder of our childhood. We both rode the red trike, and we both started with training wheels on our bicycles—a step up in our wheels with our father running behind us, yelling to keep straight, turn, pedal or brake.

At 17, I got “real wheels” with my first car (a bright orange Mustang), followed by a pickup truck and a trailer, but never equipment, semis or boats because of fear and a lack of desire and skill. I arrived at a stopping point in my growth, similar to how I got stuck by writer’s block or writer’s burnout in a creative shutdown.

These shutdowns caused guilt, fear and curiosity about why it was I couldn’t write. I stopped and reflected, questioned, got edgy and waited, eventually learning that I could take steps to get out.

Writer’s block—temporarily being unable to produce new work or come up with new ideas—can stem from a sudden lack of confidence, a fear of completion, the seeking of perfection or taking on a project that seems too daunting.

Alternatively, burnout is long-term exhaustion in writing, work or even a hobby involving disengagement, a lack of energy, diminished interest and a reduced sense of accomplishment. In a job situation, it can be caused by constant stress and feelings of helplessness, such as working for low pay without hope of a raise or promotion.

The key is to realize that writing is a process of discovery. It’s a growth of experience—taking on larger and larger wheels as you put in the hours—and it’s a relationship between you and your world, you and your characters, and you and your creations. A blockage or burnout, once over, can help you feel revived and re-energized to return to writing, having stepped back to think about why you couldn’t do what you loved and figured out a few methods and techniques to go forward.

Focus on the process, not on the final product through freewriting, journaling, brainstorming and engaging in nonjudgmental writing with the inner editor turned off until the editing stage. Focus not on writing to get published but for the internal rewards.

Just like riding each level of wheels, realize it was all about play until you got to the vehicles that require state-issued licenses, or the Big Wheels. Enjoy the little wheels as you experience them, instead of putting so much expectation on each word that you write, type and think out during the process.

At the end, you’ll have both the little and the Big Wheels, the process and the product.

A Dog’s Happiness

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm, Uncategorized on March 2, 2014 at 11:30 am

I am happy wherever I am, especially with art.

I am happy wherever I am, especially with art.

My BFF Shelley has to shop to keep me happy. She gets me treats and toys and my boring, organic dog food.

I would rather she shop for some other necessary things that I currently am lacking as an apartment dog.

I would like a big backyard, cats in the house that are my friends but don’t need attention from Shelley, and continual playtime on carpet and not on slippery, wood floors. I spin out when I try to run, so after a few bumps I’ve learned to walk when we do the fetch or chase games.

Shelley’s dad pointed this fact out to her when she asked why I’ll run around his plushy, carpeted house, where he has a big backyard with cats, and not at her little apartment.

It’s very much a big duh!

My BFF needs to realize that I need attention, which I don’t get enough of, because as a dachshund, I need it to be constant.

This is how I get attention.

When I go on walks, I sniff up to people’s feet, hoping they’ll notice me, thinking, “Oh my, there’s an incredibly cute dog, and I must pet her.” They usually ask to do so, and I feel the glory of being seen.

When we go to the pet store, I look at customers and store associates with my big brown eyes, hoping they’ll turn to find out who is staring. When they do, they see a cute, darling dog, and here comes the attention.

And when we get coffee or eat out at a patio-restaurant, I greet everybody. See Zoey. Pet Zoey. Thank you!

(See Shelley’s blog at shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com.)

Dog Blogging (in a timely manner)

In All About Me, My Story, Shelley Widhalm, Uncategorized on October 6, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey is posing with her BFF Shelley.

Zoey is posing with her BFF Shelley.

Unlike my BFF Shelley, I do not procrastinate.

I post my blog every Sunday about interesting things having to do with dogs, caring for dogs, understanding and communicating with dogs, and paying attention to a particular dog.

I am that particular dog.

My name is Zoey, and I am the cutest dachshund in the world. I have been told that I am cute, beautiful and pretty.

I get stopped all the time for petting sessions, photographs and conversations about my high level of cuteness.

And I meet all kinds of people, though I don’t do so well with other dogs (especially if they are big).

Given all this, I should be telling my story. I call my story, or blog, “Zoey’s Paw,” because I have my paw on all things worldly, as well as use my paws to write.

During my first year of blogging in 2009, I told the story of how my BFF and I met in a pet store. I was a wee nine weeks old and weighed 2.8 pounds (I now weigh 10).

My BFF asked to hold me, and I leaned my head against her chest, causing her to be a goner. Can you blame her? I was so adorable back then (and now) with two-inch whiskers, large melty-brown eyes and a black stripe down my back (that has since disappeared).

Shelley left me at the store and returned with her mom the next day, and I did the same lean-my-head-on-the-mom’s-chest thing. I got to ride home in a big car, see the big world and enter my new home.

“She acts like this is her home,” the mom said as I pranced around on the carpet, sniffing out my future place of residence.

Shelley took me to puppy kindergarten and intermediate training; she read books about dogs and my particular breed; and she worked hard at my training.

What did I do in return?

I loved and love Shelley unconditionally (well, except during bath time), and I draw attention to her by drawing attention to me. Lots of people know my name before they know hers – even so, I get her to talk more and be more social.

I’ve been good for her, as she has been for me.

It’s called puppy love but not just that; it’s forming a partnership and a friendship, plus a boundless, energetic BFF.