Weinerdog Bliss

You know, for all her delicate mannerisms, Miss Lily sure can show some…hm…less than ladylike behaviors.

I had trouble sleeping last night, so came downstairs to listen to quiet music and try to relax. All 4 dogs were in bed with #3, so I “borrowed” Lily for company in the hours of dark-whatever.

Before jumping in my lap she located a rawhide chip. Once up she proceeded to grunt and slurp her way through 2 am, then, discarding the chip, worked halfway though 3 am belching and farting like a stevedore. Then she decided conversation was the agenda for the latter half of 3 am and first quarter of 4. Punctuating her “words” with still more gaseous emmission, she was pleased with herself. I decided that yes, she is Dear Departed Lucy in a smaller package.

See, look for yourself.

Lucy

Lily

Lucy (and #3)

Their personalities are starting to show, those new pups of ours. Lily, the 2 yr old female, is…well…Prissy. She’s dainty in her methods, ladylike of demeanor, and she swishes her tail when she walks. No, correction, she doesn’t walk, she Prisses. I do believe she is absolutely channeling the spirit of Dear Departed Lucy. She even has the same flutey bark and aversion to public pooping. I gave her a Chip- a rawhide slab for doggies to gnaw on when bored. She sniffed it, looked at it, gave it a lick, and asked for permission.

Weinerdogs are famous for their affectionate nature. Sometimes they are aggressively so. Sometimes they’ll render the object of their affections completely powerless.

Weinerdogs are also notoriously sensitive. One must be very careful about showing favoritism, or one will get nasty looks and disgusting little gifts in their shoe.

If they want to show you love, they will show you love. Don’t even bother trying to fight it. You won’t win.

We did it. Sweet Daddio hauled off and did something so impetuous, so completely silly that we’re all performing the ridiculous mouth motions and uttering smooshy baby talk like a house full of fools. Which is what we are. A house full of fools ruled completely by an entire herd of weinerdogs.

Yesterday, SD decided that we were suffering WDDD. (weinerdog deficit disorder. Not covered by the DSM-IV but should be). Not wanting us to suffer a moment longer than necessary, he, being the good and responsible husband and father that he is, contacted a breeder of High Class weinerdogs in the nearby state of South Carolina, and was informed that there were, indeed, several dogs available for adoption.

So we made the 2-1/2 hour trip in a state of high anxiety and excitement, wondering and hoping to find a dog that liked us. We arrived to be greeted by a portly springer spaniel, who escorted us to the backyard where Weinerdog Central was located. Man alive. 4 litters of pups, in various stages of developement ranging from Vienna Sausage to Jumbo Bratwurst. I was immediately greeted by a lovely young lady who seemed to be channeling the sweet and gentle spirit of Lucy, my pointer of 12 years recently departed. This doe-eyed creature velcroed herself to my leg and showed me all around the kennel, all the babies, all the mamas, the fishtank, and the food bin. SD located a 3 month old pup that had attracted his attention on the internet. The man is a sucker for long hair, and even tho we didn’t arrive with the intention of coming home with a puppy as well as an adult, that’s what we did.

After a stop at PetSmart for collars, leashes, food, and bowls, we came home. Lily road in my lap the entire way. She’s the one who channels Lucy, and who we went there with the intention of adopting. The pup is named Lacey, and seems happiest in #3’s lap, and apparently slept with him last night completely without any sort of incident involving bodily fluids. Good Dog!

Now for Pictures.

This is Lily, she’s 2 years old, unbelievably sweet natured and affectionate, and has spent the last day and 1/2 within 3 feet of me at all times. I think I’m hers.

This is Lacey, a 3 month old long haired dachsund. She do love #3.

I’m trying to get a picture of everyone together in their Christmas finery, but I’m telling ya, it’s like trying to herd ducks.

Rosie, mildly offended that I’m taking a picture of her arse.

Daisy, Noble Hound

Sweet Daddio installed a pet door, otherwise my entire time would be taken with letting dogs in and out all day.
Daisy is unsure.

The weinerdogs were busy this morning, honing their landscaping skills.

Rosie installing a drainage trench.

Daisy supervises.

Daisy inspects the internal structure.

Rosie starts a new project.

She finds an obstacle.

She approaches from another angle.

Progress shows.

She flings with glee and enthusiasm, certain of acceptance into the Army Corps of Engineers.

Why are you doing this to me?

Dayum-She made you wear it,too?

I’m not looking at you.

I’m still not looking at you.