Weird things happen sometimes

This Friday is when I have to go to Mr. Cottrill's studio to read my story to him. I won't be alone, of course, there will be other members of my Writer groups. They have chosen other pieces of his sculpture to write about. Some will be poems and some will be prose. The thing that makes me so nervous is that I am the only dachshund in the groups. It means that what I write gets looked at differently. I suppose that is okay. It just puts a lot of pressure on me.
It is going to be a very busy week for me. Wed. is the first day of a new month. That means that I get to go shopping for another bag of food for the animal shelter. We will deliver it and that will take some time. Mom always gets all weepy and stuff when we go there. I kind of understand because I can hear the sad dogs in back. They want out. They are afraid. I am going to do something a little different this month. I got in my toy boxes and took out some toys that are in good shape and I am going to donate those to the frightened dogs. Maybe it will make them feel a little better.
Now for the weird things that happend in the last two days. First I found out that I had been given two WARDS for making my monthly donations. Then today, a lady called my mom about something totally different, and ended up asking about having me go to a nursing home to make people there feel good. ....... Now, you may not know this about me, butt I have had a lot of school classes for how to do the things that I am supposed to do (or not ever do) to be a therapy dog. The only thing is... my mom never made me go to take the test for it. The test place is very much far away and she knows I hate to ride in Jennifer Jeep. She knew I would not do well on the test after such a long ride. She loves me and never wants me to fail. So she just didn't make me take the test to PROVE I can do the stuff and to get my Certification.
The nursing home lady said she didn't care about the certification, as long as I did what I am supposed to do. So..... from my WARD for doing good, came the phone call, and now... I guess I am going to take on another job. Weird how it all worked out, isn't it???
I think I will make a "trial visit" this week or next. Between my writing, meetings, garden and yard work, and now nursing home helper visits... I am going to hope to stay out of Vacula and Jim the Grinch Guy's line of fire. I am also going to hope that it keeps mom so busy she forgets to call my Doctor. It is time for my to have those awful shot things.
PeeS Don't you just love the picture today? I like to think that the big scary Panther is petting me. Some people say that it looks like he is going to claw me. I don't think so though, do you?

I got a WARD ...

I felt like it was the day Santa Paws comes, all over again. I woke up this morning to a very much grrreat surprise. Henry the Dog gave me a WARD on his blog site today. I didn't know anything about these WARDS. He just gave it to me. WOW!! In fact there are really 2 of them. I liked them both. I am not the only fur person that he gave WARDS to. I thought you might like to read what they were and who he gave them to, and why we got them. ##### There were some really cute pictures that went with the WARD words. Butt for some reason they would not come to my blog when I called them by doing the copy/paste thingy. Oh well, it's okay. You get the idea. What made it even more special was that Henry was getting packed to go for a very long stay at his kennel place because him mum has had a problem with this credit munch thing and she has to go away to do some very hard work to get more plastic stuff so they can live a good life. sniff sniff I really feel bad about stuff like that. Anyway his mum took time from packing for Henry and for herself, to give out this award. What a nice thing. Now I will need to pay it forward. It is almost time for my monthly donation to the shelter. I think I will also go through my toy boxes and see if I can find some very much nice toys to donate too. I'll do it in Henry's name. My mom always says,'Out of every bad thing, good things come.' scroll down for more.

~~~~~~~~~~ this is from my friend Henry the Dog's blog yesterday.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, I’m going to pass these awards on to all my doggy pals – and if I forget any of you, pop along and pick them up anyway

The first one is the Premio Dardos Award. Premio Dardos apparently means “prize darts” in Spanish. It is given for recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing. That can't be me - it sounds much too grand, but hey, what the hell. I AM grand. And so are my doggy pals.



The second award is this one.


The premise of this award is blogs that one couldn't miss each morning.

So they BOTH go to:



Life of Stubby Stubby’s a real ‘eco warrior’ and very good pal.



Clive who is a true hero, a working dog who brings a ray of sunshine into the life of ‘Little Man’



Frankly Speaking – my friend Frankie Furter – a little Daschund who does stuff for charity and makes me feel humble.



Minnie-Moo – the rescue lab, who’s simply great fun and quite a babe.



Detroit Dog – because they do good things for dogs and it was one of the first blogs I started to follow

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~There were some very much grrreat pictures but they would not cut and paste into my blog. That is OKAY. It is the huge thought that counts. I have never ever had a WARD before. I am honored and humbled. Thank you Henry. I will miss you while you are away. ~~~~~

Sunday Funday

I thought you needed a little break and some time to breath easy after reading my Vacula story. What better way than to see me having some fun.

I tried to get this really cute picture that my mate Barney's mum sent to me, to come on here. I guess it was not friendly with blogspot. What a shame because it was a really cute dachshund (of course it was cute) that winked. Darn it.

Today is going to be really wierd. It is kind of warm and really sunny right now, butt this afternoon that is going to change. Rain mixed with some snow is coming. I need to get off here and outside to do some fine yard work.

Down the Road

These deer were in Lori's driveway one day. They left me some very much good things to sniff. Someone said that they liked the other ice sculpture so I thought I would put another one in for you to see. I was not there when these were taken.

Last night I went with dad when he went down the road to Jim the Grinch Guy's garage. The Grinch had told mom that he had a PRESENT for me. I love presents, butt that isn't the real reason I wanted to go. My wimmen, who are very much smart girls, said that I should try to get Vacula to attack the Grinch. I liked that idea, A LOT.
So on the way down I dropped out a long trail of COOKIE CRUMBS from Vacula's closet to the Grinch's garage door.

I thought it was going to be a very much good trip. A Present and the cookie crumb trail to trap the Grinch. It surely did not work out the way I had planned.

First the Ginch did NOT give me a present!!

Then it started raining and I think it melted away all the cookie crumbs.

And finally Clifford the Big Bad Man (not to be confused with Clifford the big Red Dog, who is very much good.) was there. He said some very much mean stuff about me. He has no respect for a dachshund. The awful things that Clifford the Big Bad Man said about me are just too terrible for me to repeat here. It would ruin your day. That Clifford is going to get a very much bad note let me tell you.

I also want to say that since Jim the Grinch Guy just tricked me with the promise of a present, he is losing 2 of his Economic Stimulus points!!! See, this is how he ends up going bankrupt. He insists on doing mean things. He only has 18 points left. I'll bet they don't last long. You just can't help some people.

Prickly Porkey and Silly Sarge

I have never been allowed to go out in Lori's yard alone. It is partly because of these stickery porcupines that like to wander around out there after dark. I surely don't want to get those nasty quills stuck in my nose. Sarge has done it twice. NOT GOOD.

This is Sarge with the very much grrreat play ball thingy that I gave him for Christmas. Guess what he did???? He chewed the handle off. What a nut.

Do you remember when I told you about him being a tearist. I very much never tear up my toys.

Chapter 5 Vacula the Vicious

Chapter 5

The silence was almost as troubling as the deafening racket that Vacula created. The airwaves were as empty as the living room floor. Every one of my toys were gone. When you are a very small dachshund you have few possessions in this world. You cannot imagine how devastated I felt. I had been terrorized by Vacula’s attack and feared for my life. Then I find that I have nothing left to play with or to draw comfort from. Worry and depression set upon me like a hawk on a sparrow.
I jumped into my ‘cliner chair and rolled into a miserable ball. I was so miserable that I couldn’t even escape into a safe and rejuvenating nap. I wanted mom or dad to sit with me but they were as absent as my toys. I couldn’t even bring myself to search for them. Vacula and my loss had taken a toll on me.
I must have stayed that way for hours, days maybe. Finally thirst drove me to move. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I carefully and quietly left my chair and headed down the hall to my room. I hoped that Vacula hadn’t emptied my water bowl while on his rampage. I kept checking my buttside to be sure Vacula hadn’t escaped his closet again. I was so thirsty that by the time I reached the door to my room I was panting.
You can’t imagine how relieved I was when I found that my water bowl was not only full, but the water was fresh and cool. I lapped up the refreshing water. I began to feel better but still dreaded turning toward my toy boxes. That is when I began to catch a variety of very much familiar scents. I could smell toys. Not just any toys. I could smell my very own toys. I turned hopefully and was stunned to see that all three of my toy boxes were mounded up with my things. They were all there. And sitting on the edge of my biggest toy box sat a teeny tiny little dachshund that had weeee little white wings.
My fairy god dachshund had somehow magically managed to get all my toys back from Vacula the Vicious. The End

Mad at my YapStop

Lori took this at an Ice sculpture festival. I have more that I might put up for you.

I got up on the wrong side of the bed today. he he he

I had a problem with my blog. I tried to get my Vacula chapter to post for today and it somehow ended up going in last night. If you want Chapt. 4 you will have to go back to find it. Sorry. I have this very much grrreat picture that I want to put at the end of the chapters butt for some reason that not even Mom knows, it keeps showing up at the Top of the post. It isn't even very much funny when it is there. It belongs at the end because... well it is a picture of an end. See, I got up on the wrong side of the bed and everything has gone to cat crap ever since.

Jim the Grinch Guy called and wanted my dad to go with him to Merle the Meat man's house. Mr. Merle is sick and they are going to do a job for him. Jim the Grinch told my mom that he feels like a millionaire now that he has his 20 STIMULUS POINTS He says that he even has a special treat for me. Maybe there is hope for his recovery after all.

I don't understand why HE gets points and he never gives them to me or to my mom. She even sends him very much good cookies and candy and SOUP MADE WITH DEER MEAT.

I want to know how to put a picture way down here. They will only go up at the top. POOP..

Chapter 4 Vacula

Chapter 4

Mom finally managed to somehow put Vacula into a trance or something like that. She hurried and helped me out of my hiding place. We rushed to the door and she let me outside so that she could continue to do battle with the monster. She knows that Vacula can’t go outside and get me.
Vacula has awful horrible powers but one thing that can force him into his closet for days is to be exposed to sunshine and fresh air. He is only able to do his awful thing inside the house. That is a blessing for me.
Mom closed the door behind me and again went to deal with the monster. I could see some of what was happening through the window. It was enough to make a dachshund give up hole digging.
First he ran out into the middle of the floor, right beside my favorite froggie. Mom pushed the end of his leash back into the wall thing even tighter and she tried to step on his weak spot but she must have missed it. He started roaring and running around. Mom grabbed him and held on tight. She pulled him back away from Froggie and he made a try for my bear toy. Mom pulled and got him away from that. She had to kick it away to safety. That was just too much for me to see. I ran out into the yard and started scooting my butt in the grass.
I could still hear all the commotion from way out in the yard. It must have been a horrible struggle. They were going back and forth and back and forth. Yank! Pull! Yank! Pull! Vacula howling, mom saying those hex words that I am not allowed to say. I knew that all my toys would be gone if I ever got back inside again. I was just sure that Vacula was eating all of them. Mom just isn’t strong enough or fast enough to keep them safe anymore.
The struggle of good vs. evil went on and on. It went from the living room to the dining room to the kitchen and on down the hall toward my toy room. I thought I was going to be totally toyless.
Finally mom came outside. She was all sweaty from the struggle. Her hair really needed to be brushed. She looked like she might need a big cup of coffee and two cookies. She finally said that I should go on in.
I was really afraid that Vacula would jump out at me, but mom said she had gotten him back down into the closet. She hardly ever fibs to me so I went in all quiet and tippy paw tippy paw like. Every toy was gone. It was just like I figured it would be. Just like every time he comes out of hiding. I wanted to bark at the world. Vacula had eaten all my stuff again. I hoped that he would get a bad stomach ache and maybe not be able to poop.
The End

Vacula the Vicious Chapt. 3

This is me working to get my toys JUST THE WAY I WANT THEM. I bring the ones I want from my toy room into the living room. I arrange them artistically. However, as you see BELOW they aren't going to be staying this way for long. Scroll down for Chapt. 3 of my Dachshund Horror Story

Vacula the Vicious
Chapt. 3

I tried to hide my face. My tail was tucked in tight. Every muscle in my body was tight when I heard the struggle begin. Mom was saying those words that she always says when she is doing battle with Vacula. They are very powerful words even though they don’t have very many letters in them. They are words that I am never allowed to use. I think that’s because they are only for very much bad occasions. Vacula is trying to drown her out with his ghastly sounds.
As horrible as this is, I know it is about to get worse. Vacula is always able to get the upper claw on mom, at least for a while. I know that any moment now, he is going to make a break for it. He wants to come up here and get behind my ‘cliner and GET ME. My heart is hammering. Deep in my little chest it is saying, “COMING, COMING, COMING.”
They are on the landing. I think they must have declared a cease struggle. It’s the calm before the war continues. Mom grabs Vacula’s leash. She tries to keep him tied up so he can’t get away from her, and AT me. It never works like it should though. Instead of doing what she does with MY leash, she just sticks the end into that thing in the wall. I want to howl at her, “That never works. You need to tie it to something really big and heavy. That is what you do when you don’t want me to move away. Tie it, mom. Tie it short. Tie it TIGHT.”, but I’m too afraid to whine, let alone howl. It’s the exact same thing every few days. Vacula is not only mean and vicious, he’s STRONG. He’s going to pull that thing out. He always does. Danger and fear are about to drive me to run from the room like the HOUNDS OF HELL are nipping at my tail.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ I made it back home. It was very much cold up on Sarge's mountain. It even snowed on Friday. I ate some of it. Then I hurried and made some of it YELLOW! I tried to coax Sarge to eat some of the "colorful" snow, butt Lori wouldn't let him. HE HE HE

The snow melted off by late afternoon and I got to go outside and dig some PAWSOME holes. Sarge had to stay inside his fence and I took full advantage by mocking him. It was a grrrreat thing to do. I even got to play in the creek until I got too cold.

We had some very much good roasted lamb to eat. I was going to bring both of the bones home with me, butt mom said if I want Sarge to be nice to me I have to be nice to him. Maybe ants will get on his bone. We also have some really good bones from my favorite store where Woodie lives. I was very much smart. I just had mom put mine in my Play Pen thingy with me. Sarge can't get in there to take my stuff or to "mess" with me. It drives him crazy. I love it. I lay there and chew and wiggle around and squeak my toys and watch him get nutty. It is some PAWSOME entertainment for me.

When we came up my road, we stopped at Jim the Grinch Guy's house to get our mail and stuff. I got to see my nice friend Fawn Tell. Then the Grinch Guy came and that good time went to cat crap real fast, let me tell you. He wants my mom to give him a bunch of points for getting our mail. I don't think he should get any points because he lost more than he even had when he was mean to me two weeks ago.
BUTT: HE NEEDS TO LEARN TO BE CAREFUL WHAT HE ASKS FOR. SEE BELOW.

To Whom It May Concern: Be it known that Jim Bolyard has suffered a POINTS set back.

He is now POINTS BANKRUPT!!!

In an effort to improve his situation AND THE SITUATION OF ALL WHO HAVE TO PUT UP WITH HIS GRINCH-LIKE BEHAVIORS, The government of Twp. Rd. 202 NE Has decided to give him A ONE TIME ONLY BAILOUT.

Be it known that J.B. (a.k.a. Jim the Grinch Guy) has been awarded the 202

AIG PACKET (Awful Insidious Grinch).

This packet is to be considered a very close cousin to that other AIG which also gives BONUSES to those who certainly have failed to earn them.

These Stimulus Points and Bonus payments ARE Taxable under Federal, State, and City codes.

20 POINTS

A = awful I = insidious G = Grinch Program administrator 14980 Twp. Rd. 202 NE.

SEE YOU WHEN I GET BACK

SEE !!!! That Sarge is such a KISS UP !!

This was taken last summer on MY boat. Sarge is trying to get my dad to let him drive it. NO WAY. If I'm not allowed... NEITHER IS HE !!!

I am off this morning for my "trip" to HIS house. I hope to see you soon... REAL SOON.

Licks & Wags to everyone. I'll try to post from there. If not, Tuesday.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...

This is my cousin Sarge. He is my human sister's dog. Trust me on this, I use the word dog loosely when referring to SARGE. He is really more like a furry tornado. He is very much a wild child. I know he looks a sweetness and light in this picture. But remember he was on MY pontoon boat at the time and I had already threatened to make him walk Cap'n Frankie's Plankie if he didn't knock off his cat crap behaviors. That is the only reason he was looking like a well behaved member of my crew. So anyway, I went in my toy room a little bit ago to get some very much important source of amusement, and that is when I saw the box of STUFF. I inspected it throughly and there was not a thing in there that a self respecting dachshund would be interested in. In other words, it was full of stuff mom has been gathering for months. Stuff that she wants to force off on Lori and Stan. Because of the bad weather we have not seen Lori since November. That means that she is about to get dumped on when... I AM THROWN INTO JENNIFER AND TAKEN TO SARGE'S HOUSE FOR A ??? visit ??? Mom and Dad may call this trip a VISIT but I call it misery. I am going to have to put up with Sarge for days and days and days and days. I wish to the Keeper of Little Dachshunds that I had not seen that stupid box. It is just adding anticipation to the actual fact. I won't have my toys, garden, mice, chipmunks, or my 'cliner chair for.... E V E R !!! I will have to stay in my "playpen" for hours and hours and hours because Sarge picks on me, and sometimes tries me make me be his "riding toy". He is one sick pup, let me tell you. I haven't even left yet and I WANT TO COME HOME.
I can't wait to get back to you so I can tell you more about VACULA or maybe even Vacshopula. Tuesday!!! How many years away IS Tuesday, anyway??? xxxxooooxoxoxo

Vacula the Vicious Cont.

Vacula the Vicious
Chapter 2.

I began sneezing, that VAC ATTRACT stuff had filled the air. I knew that it would soon filter down to the den. From there it was only a matter of time until IT would be awakened and start preparing to do its evil deeds.
I always try my best to keep mom from going down the steps. I don’t know why she finds the den so irresistible. The one thing I do know for sure is that once down there; Vacula will be ready and waiting for her. He will try to evade her grasp so that he can run about creating his own brand of havoc. I guess I should be thankful that mom does go after him. I just can’t stand the sight and sound of the struggle that is about to take place. It is classic. Good versus very much evil. I just live in fear that one day Vacula will be able to overpower my mom.
I watched from behind my ‘cliner chair as mom was drawn toward the steps. I shivered as I heard her foot hit the first step. The battle was about to begin. I wanted to yip and howl a warning. I wanted to whine and whimper and beg her not to go any closer. I just could not get the sounds to come. I could only shake and try to keep from peeing.
As the closet door screeched its way open, I began to bargain with the Keeper of Good Dachshunds. Please don’t let IT get me. I promise not to chew any more electric cords. I will never dig holes in the middle of the yard again. Keep IT in the closet and I will try not to steal socks. I will try to hold my barks inside. I will never again…

Vacula the Vicious

Vacula the Vicious

by Frankie Furter Price

Chapter 1.

It was a bright and sunny day. Everything was going along just the way I like them to. I got to be the last one out of bed. I made my morning yard inspection and did my potty things. I helped mom and dad eat their breakfast. I had hardly gotten the 'cliner chair warm when everything began to go to cat crap.

It started when mom turned on the dish licker thing. Have you ever heard one of those? It is horrible. No dachshund ever makes noise like that when they lick dishes clean. I have never understood why mom insists that this dish licker thing does a better job that I could do. Well, of course I would not be able to do the sharp things like knives and stuff, but I would do a grrrreat job on plates and bowls and stuff. So anyway now there is all this awful scary noise happening and I couldn't even get a good morning nap. My nerves were all on edge. It wasn't even time for me to start worrying about where my lunch was. I felt an urge to gather my toys and snacks into the living room where I could watch over them. I jumped out of the 'cliner and got very much busy.

I could already smell the stuff that mom sprays on things. She has tried to tell me that it keeps Vacula away. I know better. I am sure that a fake label has been put over the real one. One that says the bottles are really full of VAC ATTRACT. My day was about to become a

CATastrophy.

New Readers Yea

Welcome to Teresa & Chris. Hope you like my blog!!!! Yesterday mom saw some friends that she has not seen in a long time. That made her very much happy. It turned out that they know my Fawn Tell and Jim the Grinch Guy !!!! I guess that everyone knows the Grinch. For those few lucky ones out there that DON'T know him...
he he he

He was here yesterday, giving my mom a very much rough time again. He did tell mom that Lee sang my song to the Grinch at lunch. I understand that Lee was laughing so hard that he could hardly get the words out. Now maybe that is what my wimmen had in mind when they said I should sing to him. Get everyone laughing around the Grinch and he might be reformed.
I would have loved to have been there for that lunch. Nobody ever takes me anywhere anymore. POOP>

I stayed hidden when the Grinch Guy was here so he couldn't be mean to me this time, but as I said, he was giving mom a hard time. Maybe it will take some time for the song and laughing to take effect.

I put another picture from my Goose and egg story up here today. Mom says she should have shown all the pictures to C. & T. yesterday. Their friend did get to see the pics. though. Maybe she will call T. & C. and tell them about them.

Mom didn't take me with her to that place. I am pretty much peed off about that. I could have met these people too. I don't have anyways nearly enough people.

When I am peed off at mom, one of my favorite things to do is sit in the MIDDLE of my 'cliner chair so she has to sit somewhere else. he he he

I know you are in a hurry for me to get going on one of my Dachshund Horror stories. I promise it will be here for you this week! I think it will be the one where Vacula sucked up all of my very much good treats.

My Grinch song.

I want you to know that I don't know very many songs and that I really can't sing. But I am taking the advice of my "Hotties" and trying to sing the Grinch Guy into becoming a better person. With that said, this is set to the tune of: Mary had a Little Lamb.

My neighbor is an awful grinch, awful grinch, awful grinch.

My neighbor is an awful grinch, and that has got to change.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I need to show him that he's loved, that he's loved, that he's loved.

I need to show him that he's loved, to bring about the change.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I hope this song will melt his heart, melt his heart, melt his heart.

I hope this song will melt his heart, and maybe make it grow.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The end of my first ever song^^^^^^^^^^^
My mom says that I should tell you that I write this blog for YOU. I should write things that YOU want to read about. I have been asked to write a couple of Dachshund HORROR stories. That is why I told you yesterday about the monsters that live in this house. I am going to get that done A.S.A.P.. If you have something that you would like for me to put in YOUR blog, please leave a comment or send me an email. I like requests. he he he Your wish will be my command.
p.s. I hope reading about the monsters didn't keep you up all night. he he
p.p.s. I was soooo excited yesterday. My picture was in the Zanesville Times Recorder. It was a story about First Friday. Mr. Cottrill and I are both in the picture. There is a very much GRRRRReat story too. You can look it up on the WEB.

Monsters among us

I don't think this will be a good post for little kids. I am going to tell you about the monsters that live at my house. I am worried that they will be very much afraid if they read this stuff.

You've been WARNED !

I will try to give you some information about each one of them.

Vacula He lives in the closet down in the den.

Vacula Jr. Lives in the hall closet.

Vacshopula Who only lives where Jennifer stays.

Baby Vacula That hides in mom's closet.

the Getcha Who is like a giant mouth without teeth. It can open up big enough for Jennifer to go in and out. But the Getcha makes terrible noises when it goes up and down.

Furnzilla Who must be like a dragon because it blows hot air that comes out of holes it made in my floors. It sometimes sucks things down those holes. (I think mom and dad are afraid of this one. They try to keep Furnzilla out by putting bars over the holes it made in the floor.)

I don't have any pictures of these things because I am always too afraid to take one. Mom and dad can't do it either because they are always busy when these monsters come out to do their dirty work. Maybe when my big sister Lori comes to visit me, I'll see if she will take some pics.. She is very much brave. I know that because she lives with porcupines, and bears, a cougar running around her place.

This is all the scary stuff that you should read in one day. I will tell you some more about them another time. I just wanted you to know what an frightening house I live in. Mom says that I must believe we live in the HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL.

I hope you will be able to sleep tonight. I did warn you though.

Christmas is gone from the Grinch's yard.

I had mom and dad take me to the big town yesterday. When we came back up my road I got a big shock. Jim the Grinch Guy has FINALLY taken the rest of his Christmas decorations down. Gee whiz, its almost time to put them back up again. he he

I delivered a copy of my very "RUFF" draft to Mr. Cottrill's studio. I really hope he likes my story. I know that I have a good bit of work to do on it, but if he likes the basic story line I can make a fair showing of the story.

I know that I talk a lot about the weather, but I just have to bore you with this one. It was 80 degrees here yesterday. Wow!!! Of course it was only 54 degrees today. It was sure fun while it lasted. he he he

Jennifer is back in the garage

I have some good news. I have finally started work on my story about the goose. I have a good rough draft going. I also have good news about Jennifer. My dad must have been able to pull a fast one on Jim the Grinch Guy. That must be what happened because Jennifer suddenly arrived back home. My wonderful girrrl friends (the twins) have had a very much good idea for how I can make the Grinch a much nicer person. They think I should kill him with kindness. They suggested that I should SING to him. So, I think I just might write a song about him. After I work on my goose story some more. I have to finish one thing then move on to the next. I don't know much about writing songs. And I am not very much good at singing. I am willing to try it though. Anything to reform the Grinch. He certainly needs it.

Jennifer got kidnapped by the Grinch Guy !!!

Yikes !
The Grinch Guy has taken my mom's Jeep (Jennifer) and is holding her hostage !!!
He is trying to say she is in "Heat" because there was some red stuff under her. This is just a terrible thing. He is probably going to teach her really bad things. I think my mom is very much worried about her beloved Jennifer.
This is just part of my Grinch info for today. I hope you are sitting down.
I am just stunned. I just learned that Jim the Grinch guy has a SISTER !!! I had no idea. I am not really sure I even believe this story.
What I think really happend to this poor lady (who must be very nice because she told him it was not nice not to take me for a 4-wheeler ride) is that the Grinch was just dropped down their chimney when he was just a grinchlet. The family just THOUGHT he was one of theirs. He probably just moved in and started bossing everyone around and eating all the good food and breaking all their toys and stuff like that. Oh, that poor family. His real mom didn't even want him. She must have known what he would grow up to be like.
I suppose I will have to put all of my toys in a big big bag and take them down there to pay ransome to get Jennifer back. What a meanie this Grinch Guy is. Taking a little dachshunds toys. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr !!! Whimper Whine
I hope his sister calls him again and tells him that kidnapping Jennifer is a very bad thing. Maybe she will even roll up a newspaper and smack him with it.
I just don't know how I am ever going to get my goose story written with all this going on. Making fun of Jennifer. Saying she is in "Heat". Kidnapping and demanding ransome. Bringing my dad home and just dumping him out in the driveway.
Oh Cats! I am going to have a major case of writer's block. And we will all know why.
I thought he would settle down after Christimas. WRONG I guess he thinks he is very much in charge of the world just because this is the month for St. Patrick's Day. I'll be glad when that day is gone.
Maybe then I won't have to keep thinking GREEN !

Revenge. Dachshund style

Like I have told you many times, I love my 4-wheeler. I have dad take me for rides whenever the weather is good. He was supposed to take me on a very much long ride yesterday. It ended up that we only went down the road to Jim the Grinch's house. I was pretty disappointed in that, let me tell you. But the worst was yet to come. Today the Grinch Guy came up to my house and talked and talked and talked to my dad. He never once even offered to take me for a ride. I was Grinched again !!! One of these days... No, I had better not say it. Yes I will. One of these days I am going to go down the road and POOP in that Grinch's yard.

He should know that I am under stress right now. I needed a ride to unwind. Maybe I'll just eat a whole bunch of canned food and no dry stuff before I go down and make my deposit. he he he thubbbbb That is the sound of me blowing a raspberry at that Grinch Guy!

Sad momma goose

I have been thinking about writing my story about the goose. I remembered that last spring I found this momma goose who had lost one egg from her nest. She was so very much sad and I felt so sorry for her.

This all happened at MY lake which is called Burr Oak. Mom was reading on my boat. Dad was fishing and I was doing my beach combing work. I found the egg first. I didn't know what it was at first. Then I found the mom on her nest. She was afraid of me and I will admit I was a little bit afraid of her. I didn't know what to do so I ran back to my boat and made my emergency noises to get mom's attention. She went with me to see what I had found. Then she went back to the boat and got the camera. I sat there an watched the mom and her egg while mom was gone. The momma did not even move. She really wanted her egg back. Mom said we couldn't do anything because the mom would not leave her other eggs. I wanted to help though. Mom had to pick me up and carry me back to the Lady L because I was soooo upset I couldn't even walk.

Isn't that a sad story? It is all very much the truth. I felt so helpless.

I am so glad that I remembered these pictures. I think they might inspire me. I hope so.

Late Posting today.

I was so tired from all the stress of meeting Mr. Cottrill last night that I slept very late this morning.
I was so worried that I wouldn't be allowed to write about one of the sculptures. I guess I worried for nothing. Mr. Cottrill was very much nice to me. He chose the Canada goose for me to write about. Now I have to get my mind focused on the subject. That is what writers are supposed to do. I already have two ideas. One is based on a real life thing that happened last spring at MY lake. I can't mess around about getting this story written. Mom told Mr. C. that I will take my story to him before the night we have our readings. That is so he can decide if he wants it read or not. This is a a very much big responsibility.
I had a really good time at the art galleries. I even had cheese and ice cubes at one place. I didn't want to leave there. Mom forced me to though. Grrrrr

Tonight I go to the studio

I am getting very nervous about going to this studio tonight. I will be meeting the artist. If he does not like me I won't be allowed to write about any of the sculptures that I have been showing you. I am afraid that he might be prejudice against dachshunds. I didn't see any of us in his studio. He may not think that I am capable of writing a respectful story about his work. Mom said that I just need to relax and be myself. She is going to help me take a bath and then do a good job of brushing me. That will help me make a good impression. I guess that I will have to wait and see.

It is very nice and warm outside today. I think I will go out and do a couple of hours of work in my brushpiles and the garden before I have my bath. That will pass some time and loosen up my muscles. Kind of get the kinks out.

Dad said that I should remember that the first four letters of studio are STUD.

After the bruhaha

Yesterday we had to have a big old family meeting about those things I said at my writer group meeting. Dad came to my defense. He told mom that I was just repeating things that he had let me hear about. So now dad is the one who is really in that doghouse thingy. He has had to promise not to let me watch those kind of shows on the television anymore.

It really helped my case with mom when my new girlfriends posted saying that they liked being called hotties and that they thought I really am a studmuffin. Thanks girls. You're the best. So dad made a big point of saying that since they were okay with it mom should just relax and except the fact that I am not a puppy any more.

Mom cried and said, "Oh, they grow up so fast."

When the meeting was over my ears hurt from all that yelling, but at least I was no longer grounded. Dad took the worst of it. He now has some sort of "block" thing set up on his den TV. And has promised to be a more responsible parent. He had to promise to explain things much better. Mom said it was his JOB to teach me the facts of life and stuff. Heck, I didn't know people had a job after they retired. See, I keep learning new things all the time.

Mom has agreed not to treat me like a pup and to let me have my girlfriends. YES!!!!

All I had to do was promise to make my paw-la-gee to the writers, and try to think before a write. I am not to be too explicit, but do have permission to say Penny and Ruby are babes and hotties. I also had to promise not to brag about being a studmuffin.

It was a long rough meeting, but worth it in the end. I get to keep my WIMMEN.

Once it was all over I had to take a two hour nap. I admit it was filled with dreams of those gorgeous girls and all the stuff we are going to be writing about. Ahhhhh I wish you could have enjoyed the dreams with me. Growing up might be hard to do, but I think it is worth it. he he

Baseball season is coming. I love to play ball !!!

I got in trouble last night.

I guess I need to do some thinking about how I write my words down. I was so excited that these two really cute dachshunds wanted to be blog buddies with me, that I just went crazy. Now I am going to have to write one of those Paw-la-gee things to the people at my writer group. I am going to have to say that I am sorry about calling those dachshund girls hotties and for saying that they must think I am a studmuffin. I didn't know those were bad things to say. When dad and I watch that PPV thing on the TV, we hear those words.

Now mom says dad and I are both "grounded" for watching things that are un-hole-some. I thought flat ground was un-holed When I see some ground that is un-holed, I Certainly think it is in need of much hole digging. It is just a dachshund thing. Oh, it is all so confusing.

Dad did say that these new girl dogs were probably twins. It was dad that said, "Wow, Frankie, Twins are every guy's dream." I just repeated what he told me. Mom told him that he was contributing to the delinquency of a dachshund.

Now mom says the people in the writer group are SHOCKED. I thought that was what happened when you chewed on lamp cords. I didn't like getting shocked. It hurt a lot, so I am now cured of chewing cords. I am sorry that I shocked those people. I didn't mean to hurt them. They are always so nice to me.

I hope this whole scandal doesn't keep those cute dachshund girls from wanting to be my blog friends. That would make me feel like such a poop butt.

PAWsome Donation !!!

Yesterday I made my donation to the Perry County Animal Shelter. First I went to Bear Rental and picked out a 50# bag of food. It was called Pride. That is just what I felt, too. I was so very much proud that I could help others who are not as lucky as I am.

A very nice man helped me make my decision and then to pay for it.

Next we went to the Shelter. The officer did not make me see any of the sad dogs. I was soooo glad about that. He let me sit in his office and we talked about my donations. I would not want to do the hard part of his job.

He told us a really sad story about a dachshund that he found in a creek. It had a good ending though. I know that I have used the word sad several times and a good writer should find other words to use. It is just that this part of my day is hard for me to think about.

This is so difficult to talk about. I wish every animal was safe, happy, and loved.

I hope that I will see these two very kind men again in a few weeks. They were so kind to me. Thank you gentlemen.

Good Deed done today

Today I am going to buy another big bag of food to take to the local Animal Shelter. I hope that I will be able to have pictures for you tomorrow. I have not wasted any of my supper food since waaaay back in December. I made a New Year's Resolution to eat my food so that I could share my good fortune with less fortunate dogs. Some nights it is very much hard for me to eat my good food, because I am always wanting to eat snacks instead. I have had to give up the really good snacks for the more nutritional (A.K.A. yucky) good foods. Sacrifice for others makes me sleep very sound at night.
I like this sculpture a lot. It makes me think about a man who is taking care of an animal who obviously needs help. I just can't decide which one I want to write about. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. Maybe, if Mr. Cottrill lets me write about one of his pieces, he will help me to decide. I would very much like that.

Wooooie, check this out !

This is the coolest picture I have ever seen. Don't you think it looks like the Panther is petting me?? I hope that Mr. Cottrill sees this. My mom is amazed that she was lucky enough to take the shot this way. (I think she caught it accidently, claws she isn't that good with the camera. he he he)
I hope you all don't get bored with seeing these pictures for the next few posts. It is my sneaky way of seeing if I can find the exact best one for me to do my story about. (If Mr. Cottrill says it is okay, that is.) I rather feel like the weight of this big panther is on my back. I just can't mess up the story. I may need to have some pep talks from people like Ms. Sue Hall, among others.
I hope I don't have a bigger bone than I can chew!!