My people tell me I'm very smart and brave. Oscar showed me how to use the puppy pee pads - one time only - and I've used them ever since. I think they want me to learn how to use the poochie bells to ask outside, just like Oscar does. I'm not sure I can reach them yet. Brave? Oh yeah. When Tootsie yells at me for just existing, I come back for more, undeterred. Oscar is a bit rough with me (and Tootsie), but I'm holding my own.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
It's a big, big world here, but I'm settling in OK. Tootsie didn't warm up to me too quickly. In fact, at first she didn't want anything to do with me. Oscar was a bit that way, too, at times. But now he's starting to see me as a little brother. Even Tootsie's coming around now - I'm becoming just another member of the pack.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
We agonized for days over the name for our new little wiener dog. We tried out about 3 names, which totally confused him. We started out with "Hershey Bar" because of his dark chocolate coloring. But that just didn't jive with our naming routine established with Oscar Mayer. (OK, Tootsie Roll kinda doesn't fit either; she always badly needs a bath, so we're changing her name to Haggis). But now the deed is done; he has a name. Below is the Facebook post last week.
Naming a dog is kind of like making sausage: the finished product is a whole lot more appealing than watching it happen. I never "sausage" a long and drawn out process. This was the wurst! We've finally rendered a name for our new little wiener dog! It took long hours of shredding, grinding, pounding, and boiling over the many choices. Would it be Link Sausage? Pepper Oni? Slim Jim? Brad Wurst? Frank Furter? Vienna Sausage? Piggy N. Ablanket? Or something totally boring and unrelated? Like Rover, Spot, Goofy, Clifford, or Fido.
When it comes to naming dogs, summer sausage and some are not. Our new little link in the family dog pound is definitely of the wiener variety, and needed a name accordingly. All it took was a family walk in the park, just rolling along nose to tail to nose to tail to nose, then a sudden "link" back to a memory of last week's trip down the breakfast sausage aisle at the local Piggly Wiggly. Of course! Finally, it's all neatly stuffed into the casing and tied off at the ends! His new name is...