Rosie, Sweetness and Light

Rosie is our smallest weiner dog, the Alpha dog of the pack. 7 pounds of paranoia and neurosis and silliness.

She has strange ways, we thing she sees things that we don’t. Perhaps she can see portals into another, parallel, universe…you get that idea because she’ll suddenly stop, and stare into the distance, ears up and head cocked. She also hangs on the edge of the dog bed, staring and talking to the cushion within, as if she’s keeping company with an invisible friend.

She is a prisoner of sunlight. Probably due to her black coat, but if she walks through a sunbeam she’ll stop and get a puzzled look, then collapse, helpless as a narcoleptic. If you pick her up and put her in a shady spot, she’ll recover instantly and go on her way as if nothing ever happened.

For all her helplessness in the sunshine, she is a fierce protector of the household. A while back, this dog that lives down the road engaged in a single-minded chase of one of our cats, even climbing the fence and chasing her into the back yard. This dog was a 60-ish pound pit-bull mix, and Rosie took great exception to this dog rudely trespassing, and ran it all over the back yard, finally cornering it near my garden and threatening it so much it peed itself. Yes. 7 lb Rosie. I know it happened because I saw it, and opened the gate so the poor thing could get out.

You can't see it, but there is a snake behind that grey bin. She worried that poor thing for an hour.

She is loving, affectionate, friendly to (human) strangers, nervous (she vibrates constantly, unless she’s asleep), and she won’t look at you directly.

That’s Rosie, sweet Rosie.

We’re Back!

After a long and lazy hiatus, Weinerdog Bliss has returned to the World Wide InterWebs, with more silliness and Luv.

Was Molly here last time? I don’t remember. Probably I could go check but eh…I’ll put some stuff up about her.

Molly is our calico cat. She’s a pushy broad who thinks she owns the place. She also gets along famously with the Weinerdogs, especially Lacy, who tries to eat Molly on a regular basis, but Molly is unintimidated, and that flummoxes Lacy, so they wind up snorgling, just so:

Molly recently had a litter of kittens,

who we are attempting to acclimate to the dogs, so they can go to homes with dogs and not be freaked out. It’s working well.

Our other cat is Phleud (sometimes pronouced “Floyd” and sometimes “Phluud” rhymes with dude and sometimes pronounced “you dumbass cat!”) Phleud has papers and a long heritage going back to Thailand, and yet for all his fine illustrious ancestry he’s a goofy thang, and likes to hang with the weinerdogs.

The weinerdogs, here you see Lacy and Daisy using Rosy as a pillow, oppressing her most egregiously. It is a sign of Weinerdog Privilege, because Daisy and Lacy are propersized , where Rosy is but a mini, and not a very pretty one at that. It happens often, it’s the Weinerdog Sorority DeltaOmegaGamma, East Georgia Chapter.

We have a term in the Toot household, called “gnarbling”. It is what the bogs (and cats, occasionally) Do Best. The term is so called because it’s a descriptive of the sounds made when weinerdogs do this:

And this is just a sweet picture of Lacy last summer, snacking on the zinnias.

Rosie…

she likes…

to sleep…

on…

her back.

Daisy

Daisy is the biggest of our dogs. She’s sweet, shy, goofy, and affectionate. Her nose has a mind of it’s own, finding it’s way into your pocket or up the leg of your pants.

She loves to stand on the arm of the chair and wait for the schoolbus to bring the boys home.

Daisy is rawther nearsighted, and squints whenver she’s looking at you. She has also been known to run into things like glass or screen doors.

Recently, she got mixed up in the dog bed, and spent the morning running around wearng it like some sort of SuperDog Hero cape. Or Little Plaid Riding Hood. She looked like a turtle with a shell…or something. It was funny.

I am sad to report that Schmoo is no more. Someti…

I am sad to report that Schmoo is no more. Sometime last night she found something and choked on it. I didn’t find her until this morning, when I went looking.

We’re all sad, as she was just One Of The Dogs.

Meet Schmoo

See Schmoo control the alignment of the planets.

Dude.

Who wants a mai-tai? *me…*

Is it warm in here?

oo..swingy thing on a dogs butt..

I haf yoo naeow…yoo air alll undair my contrrrrol!

Lily Goes To The Spa

Lily went to the Spa yesterday, for some drug-enhanced body-waxing experience. While she was there they took out her internal girly bits, so she wouldn’t make babies with the pit bull that keeps coming around. Anyway, she’s doing fine, a bit sore, perhaps,and definitely a little annoyed by the Brazilian.

Daisy

#4 aspires to be a poet. Several days ago he wrote a poem about our weinerdog, Daisy.

DAISY

Daisy is Smart.

Daisy is cute.

Daisy is quite. (quiet)

Daisy just lays there.

I like Daisy.

The End.

Girl Meets Toad

Daisy has a thing for toads. You’d think, with enough experience, she’d give them up. No.

She spies a toad.

She noodles it into an accessible position.

She gives it a lick, then a nibble, and another lick.

Lacy investigates.

It’s hard to tell, but she has a foam mustache. Toads make her look as though she’s brushed her teeth and forgot to rinse.