Wednesday, April 21, 2010


I have two Dachshunds.  Annie has been here longest, and she's eight.  Annie is the inside guard dog who barks at anything that makes a sound outside, all day long.  Missy is about twelve or thirteen years old.  Can't be sure because I rescued her from horrendous conditions three years ago.  Missy is the outside guard dog and the one who has to bark for the two of them when they are ready to come inside.  That job is totally beneath Annie.  She would not be caught dead begging for anything, goes out of her way to ignore your requests for doggy tricks.  Missy, on the other hand, has this horrific cry and is not beyond sitting at my feet while I try to work, begging me to put her up in the chair next to me where she will spend the next five hours, or until she has to pee.  As a matter of fact, she is sitting at my feet begging for that little lift up right this minute.

But I am at a loss here, as to why these two dogs will quickly dash into the yard in the mornings to eat all the fresh offerings that were left by neighborhood cats and errant dogs, but will daintily pick the little bow tie-shaped bits out of their kibble and spit them on the floor.  

It is a curiosity, I will say.  Yes, a total curiosity. 


Magpie said...

Yes, I have to agree...curious.
Maybe you need to get out of Indiana for awhile and come see us in Arizona...just saying.

Tracy said...

What Nancy said. Looks like my summer will be free.