bittersweet

I've been posting on lots of Fiskateers blogs, and many of them require me to use my google account. I have that set up for this blog, which is a blog I created for my dog. The blog I use for daily blogging and all my crafty stuff is http://onlysleepn.wordpress.com. All Fiskateers are warmly welcomed to both blogs. However, I don't post here anymore, since my dear, sweet, weenie passed away this summer. But please enjoy these posts and photos of the best friend a girl could have.

what did i do?

i'm just wanderingaround the house, looking for a shady spot to lie down, and then those ridiculous parents of mine inflict further indignities upon my person! it's bad enough that any time i lie down with a paw within their reach the insist on tickling my toes. kicking them doesn't get them to stop. as a matter of factit just makes them laugh and tickle me some more.

but tonight? momma scoops me up, plops me on the table, makes me stand on an inkpad, then proceeds to take footprints. she tried my front paw twice, to no avail. did that get me off the hook? no! she flips the paper over, grabs my back paw, stands me up on the inkpad, squishes each toe into the icky black ink, then daddy sticks the paper close by and they press my little back foot onto the paper. i'm glad it worked that time, because I was having no more of that. i probably was gonna pee on them next. seriously.

if all this isn't enough daddy gets an icy cold paper towel and starts wiping off my feet and cracking jokes about it. how rude!

love,
schatze

hot

when your people refuse to learn barklish, you have to resort to nonverbal communication.

i have maintained this posture for days, yet they refuse to install central air. aiming fans in my direction is not good enough, people. popsicles and central air, please! do you not remember what kaitlyn told you? i'm wearing a fur suit.

let's talk about outside now. it's great out there. warm, sunny, and smelly. i like the stoop. there are people out there. people who want to pet me. what is the fascination with the backyard? i don't care abut your table and chairs, i don't care about your little fire pit. i don't care about your flower pots unless you let me drink out of them (which you don't.) i want to be up front with the people. i can accept the backyard in small doses, but either let me eat the plants, or put me on my comfy chair immediately. so, can we just stay out here? please?

ok, i'm done complaining. i'm goin to find something to eat.

~schatze

unruly

Do you remember that song by Kiss, Unholy? Now sing Unruly. Schatze is just out of hand! It's a good thing she's so cute. A destructive dachshund tearing apart the house, trying to convince us she needs to eat yet again. But all she can really do is kick our shoes around, moce her bed, and bark. But really, she eats plenty. Next time we'll learn about stubborn.

the attention she deserves

I have finally scrapped Corey's favorite Schatze picture. I spent a few days getting this together, but I love how it turned out. You can view it here: http://onlysleepn.wordpress.com/2007/04/30/weve-been-busy/

thoughts on a trip to the park

Duncan: The leash!! The leash is on. I want to go. Come on. Can I go? Please don't leave with out me? What are you doing? I want to come too. I've got this leash on, I'm a good boy, I want to go. Pretty please with kibble on top. Can I go too? Don't I sound like a bird? Hey, I like this car!!! I'll just stand back here and watch you drive, OK? This shelf is the perfect place for me to stand. Do you see me? I see you.

I want to get out. Let me out. I just want to get out and walk around. I don't care what else you have to do, I want to get out. Let's go this way, ok? No? Oh, ok. Who's that dog? Do you think she wants to play? Grrrr. I guess not. Ok, let's go this way. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Who's that? Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Who's that? Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Can I goin the water? Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good. Who's that? Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Wait, stop, that smells good. Wait, stop, that smells good.

Schatze: Please let me get in the car with you!!! I really want to go!!! I'm going to run around the car until you let me in, so you can't leave with out me. Thank you! Why is he in here? ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Let me out! I need help! OK, Go. Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Oh, thank God there's the car! Help me in. Him again? ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

neglected

Oh these poor neglected weenies. I haven't been telling the world of their exploits. Mostly they are just stinky. But never fear, we plunked all 3 dogs in the bathtub at once. Since Maggie is the sweet one (if she knows and loves you) she just waited patiently until we took her out. Duncan began plotting his escape the minute his toes touched the water. Schatze, she was just pissed. She stood there and huffed and puffed like this was the greatest indignity the world had to offer. I assure you, it isn't. As is to be expected, while I tried toshampoo Schatze Duncan made a break for it. Fortunately my mom is ever vigilant and trapped him in a towel before he hit the ground. The chaos of 3 weiner dogs trying to dry off by running around the house in search of anything soft and plush is best left untold...