Zoey

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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?

Pondering Dog Treats

In All About Me, Shelley Widhalm, Treats on September 8, 2013 at 11:30 am

I am passionate about doggie treats and fearful of not getting attention.

As a lover of the good food, I will wait out eating my organic dog food in hope that something better will come along.

These better things include rawhides, human food, table food, good food and meaty, cheesy dog treats.

As for attention, I like it in all forms from being told I’m cute, pretty and darling, to getting petted, to playtime and run-around-the-backyard-while-people-watch-me time.

To demonstrate these two passions, here a few photos:

I particularly like to chew on rawhide.

I particularly like to chew on rawhide.

I am seeking pets and attention while sitting atop a coffee shop table.

I am seeking pets and attention while sitting atop a coffee shop table.

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

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

Unlimited without Shrinkage (or on being a cute dog)

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm on August 25, 2013 at 11:30 am

I'm all about cuteness quality.

I’m all about cuteness quality.

My cuteness is unlimited (as I pretty much explained in my last blog, “The process vs. the product of being cute”).

In that blog, I left out a few important details, like being cute is both a product of personality and of looking good.
It also is a process of making sure others know the fact.

Otherwise, my quality of cuteness could shrink in my eyes and in the eyes of potential admirers because nobody is noticing.

Think of the tree that falls in the forest and no one is there to listen … if I am not reminded of my cuteness, would I retain my position as CEO of Cuteness?

Good question.

The answer is of course, particularly because I’ve never been in a situation of being told I’m not so cute. In other words, I was wrong, my cuteness can’t shrink.

I’d like to explain. As the CEO of Cuteness, I am the cutest dachshund this side of the Mississippi. This is confirmed by how often I am told that I am cute, pretty, darling and beautiful. Yep, as I take walks, explore the pet stores and hang out at coffee shops, my admirers stop to adore and pet me, gorgeous me.

I know the word “pretty,” as evidenced by how I wag my tail whenever I hear it spoken, communicating to my admirers that I understand the word. I’ve heard it so often, like no!, down and good girl (okay, okay, and bad girl) that it’s become part of my working vocabulary.

As a result, I’ve become a bit addicted to being told that I am cute, plus I act cute by waving my paws when I want to be petted, cocking my head when I’m trying to figure out what humans are saying and turning quick, yelp-filled circles when I get excited.

In conclusion, I want to confirm that I am the CEO of being cute, acting cute and the word “cute.”

See Shelley’s blog at shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com

A Dog’s Play Skills

In Finding friends, Shelley Widhalm, The importance of play on August 4, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey plays with her golden retriever friend, Sophie.

Zoey plays with her golden retriever friend, Sophie.

Why I like playing with other dogs is actually a question I can’t answer.

You see, I don’t like playing with other dogs unless they are my size or smaller. And then the playtime is short in duration, because I’m not really that interested.

Despite how I feel, Shelley, my BFF, takes me to PetSmart’s doggie day care, which is nice of her and all, but I want to be hanging out with the people, not the dogs. Though doggie day camp is about dogs playing with each other, I desire that the staff people only pay attention to me.

When Shelley took me there late last month, I engaged in the butt sniffing, “hello” routine with a couple of small dogs, but then I went into the play slide structure where I could hide. It took me awhile to warm up, though I preferred following staff around and getting their attention to playing with other dogs.

My attitude is evident in the “Pawgress Reports” PetSmart provides at the end of each day care session. Typically, mine report that I hang back, act loving with the staff and do not eat (I don’t eat when my routine is interrupted).

Here are some examples of comments from my reports:

• Zoey loved playing with Oliver the Bichon and Cocoa the Morkie. We love this sweet princess.
• She loved hanging out with the smaller dogs, making good friends with Maggie, a schnauzer.
• She loved day care today. She made a new friend, Cricket the Papillion. She also loved the attention from our associates.
• She unfortunately didn’t have any buddies her size to play with today. She was curious about a larger beagle mix but didn’t want to play with him. She spent a lot of time hanging out with the associates getting a lot of attention.
• She loved all her little pals today. Her new best friend was a tiny Chihuahua named Paris. They stuck together like glue. And, of course, she loved getting attention from the staff.
• She loved getting attention from the staff. She is definitely a people dog.

Do you notice a pattern here? I love, just love getting attention, the people kind, not so much the dog kind.

But at the end of the day (hah, I’m achieving a double entendre in a cliché) when Shelley picks me up, I wiggle my tail, excited to see her but also to get back home. And every time she drops me off, I cling and lean into her.

Don’t make me go, but then I get used to my new place and make due.

Ways for cute dogs to get attention

In All About Me, Being Cute, Shelley Widhalm on July 7, 2013 at 11:30 am

Zoey is ready for some playtime and some attention!

Zoey is ready for some playtime and some attention!


I am totally exhausted from my week-plus of fun with Shelley, my BFF.

My BFF had eight days off, which meant I had eight days on and didn’t have to sit around and wait for her to come home from work. I had her attention 95 percent of the time, minus the 5 percent she had to cook, clean, go to the gym and hang out with friends, all without me.

Geez.

I require 24-7 attention, minus the hours I’m sleeping or hiding under the bed for an extended pout session. I pout when I’m not getting the regard I need to be a happy puppy.

These are the ways I achieve that necessary regard, either from Shelley or the people populating the rest of the world:

• I bark really, really loud from my perch on the patio to let passersby and anyone heading to or from their cars know that here I am. Notice me, and notice me now! My tail wiggles with the joy of seeing those who might possibly notice cute, darling me.

• When my BFF must get coffee, I sit atop the table very, very alert as I scan the sidewalk for approaching people (and big dogs). I do the tail wag and arch forward, inviting attention, but for the dogs, I bark, growl and give a small wag. (I never can figure out if I want to be nice or mean.)

• I stand on my hind legs, rapidly crossing and uncrossing my front paws in an excited “give me-give me” dance, staring with my large brown eyes. See me, see me be cute!

• I write blogs.

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.

Runway Run

In Dog Model, please, Seeking attention on July 17, 2011 at 5:28 pm

I am holding a cute pose as I look out the window.

Shelley, my pet owner, should put me in a modeling contest, kind of like what she did on Saturday. She had made the first cut and participated in a fashion show to see if she’ll make the second to go on to nationals. She’ll find out in three weeks if she’ll actually be a model.

What she doesn’t know is I already am one, or have the potential bursting out as I run.

You should see how I move with my four legs tapping on the floor as I fly, my ears flopping and my eyes sparkling.

When it comes to the pivot turn, I skid my paws and circle, sliding on the wood floor to change direction with the grace of a swan paddling its feet.

I have a stance, too, where I hold perfectly still while waiting for my harness and leash. Even after it’s on, I stay that way, waiting for Shelley to grab her purse.

Attitude, that too is part of modeling, and, yes, I have it. It’s in my loud bark. It’s in the scratching I do when I want Shelley to pick up something off the floor. It’s in the lift of my head as I look down the street from my stance on the coffee shop table Shelley should claim as hers. I hold myself that way in anticipation of getting petted.

And that, too, is the final proof you need that I am super model dog. I am so cute and irresistible that strangers stop on the street just to touch me and tell Shelley about my appearance.

So, as you see, I am ready to sign on the dotted line to model for dog food, dog toys and anything that a company needs to sell. Because, darn it, I’ll get everyone’s attention!