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Dog Seeks Cat-Friend

In All About Me, Finding friends, Shelley Widhalm, Wanting to explore on April 21, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey the Cute Dachshund is sad that the neighbor cat doesn't want to be friends.

Zoey the Cute Dachshund is sad that the neighbor cat doesn’t want to be friends.

I don’t get rejected, well, except by cats.

Twice, I’ve tried to befriend cats, and though I’m their size as a 10-pound miniature dachshund, they aren’t interested in my offers.

The first time was with a group of feral cats who live underneath the shed at my BFF Shelley’s dad’s house. I peeked in the hole in the doorway (the shed’s kind of old) and sniffed out their presence, but they didn’t come out.

When I saw one of them, I was inside on the window ledge, so I barked a “hello” over and over, but Feral Cat would not look up at me. To make it worse, I never saw her again, because when I came back for another visit, word was the feral cats had moved on.

The second time was last weekend when Shelley and her family were doing some work in the garage and, though I was boxed in, literally, by a row of empty boxes, I played a Houdini and escaped through an opening.

“Zoey, get back here!” Shelley’s dad yelled as chairs tumbled and she and Shelley took after me.

I wasn’t interested in obeying, no way. I had a whole neighborhood to explore to identify where all of my dog friends actually lived, instead of just greeting them with barks from the backyard in an anonymous calling out to each other.

At the house next door, I saw a black-and-white cat and walked up to her, slowing a little when I noticed that she was hissing, back arched.

“I’m so sorry,” Shelley said over and over to the cat’s owner as she ran up to us.

The cat apparently did not want to be friends, even though I kept trying to show her, with my gentle approach, that I only wanted to say “hello.”

I got scooped up and taken away and was returned to the garage, boxed in again away from all the potential friend sources.

What a way to feel rejected.

Not a Lap Dog

In Chasing smells, Lap dog, Looking for friends, Wanting to explore on December 12, 2010 at 8:20 pm

I am not a lap dog.

Let me repeat, I am not a lap dog.

First off, I’m very long in body. I’m a dachshund, and I’m not designed to lie on laps, unless I curl up and rest my head on a knee or my paws. This is comfortable, but only if I’m in the mood for napping. If not, I want to look around and explore what’s happening in my environment. I can’t see anything if I’m hanging off somebody’s lap with my head pointing toward the floor.

Second, I have better things to do. I want to check out smells and the source of sounds. I want to walk around and see what things in the coffee shop might be good for chewing. Or I want to see if there is someone who wants to pet me and tell me how cute I am.

In a word, I just want to be.

I don’t think just being is very fun if all you’re doing is sitting on a lap, checking out the floor.

Therefore, I conclude, I am a busy blur that likes to run, play, chase balls and find new things, like friends.

I am a pal dog, in other words.