Rain: Part 3,670,984

For those of you in the USA, you probably know it has been raining in Texas for about a month. We think it rained every day in June. It has been raining in Oklahoma and Kansas too. Army of Four has mentioned the rain in Kansas. The Brat Pack has mentioned the rain north of us in Dallas (Texas) We have mentioned it more than once. It just keeps falling. We are tired of rain. Mom is tired of rain. We think the weatherman is tired of rain! We thought about sending it to Charlie Kelly-Church and family but they have enough going on now without us dumping rain on them. Anyway, it is hard to come up with anything to say if we are stuck in the house most of the time.

Okay, one thing did happen. Sammy found something really stinky to roll around in. After he got the aroma well distributed, he ran back in the house and jumped on Mom's lap. She was so happy she said "EEEEWWWWW, Sammy, you STINK!" He was trying to give her lots of kisses and she was trying to get him out of her lap. She finally got him off of her and you can probably guess what happened next. Yep, she gave him a bath. There is only one good thing about a bath ... hmmmm ... two good things. After the bath is over, Mom gives you a treat to reward you for being good. And she doesn't put your collar and tags back on you until you are dry. She says you are a "stealth puppy" until you get your tags back. Being stealthy is pretty cool because you can sneak up on her. Not cool enough to WANT a bath but cool enough to make up for the indignity of the bath.

Well, like we said, not much is happening around here. We look outside and it is raining. We sleep on the sofa. We get up and look outside and it is raining. We sleep on the sofa. We get up and look outside and you can probably guess what is happening ... and the Weather Channel says it will be like this all of next week. We hope we can come up with something to write about instead of rain ...

Happy Fathers Day

Happy Fathers Day to all the dads out there. We don't have a dad but we have a Grandpa and we want to wish him a Happy Fathers Day. Since Mom has to be mom and dad for us, we want to wish her a Happy Fathers Day too. Of course, we show her how much we love her every day but it's nice to make a special point of telling her.

It is raining AGAIN! It has been raining every afternoon since forever! Rain really messes with our going outside and barking. Maybe we should send this rain to Charlie Kelly-Church. It worked last time!

In our last post, we showed you a picture of Maggie. Zach wanted to know how old she is because she has a "little" silver on her face. Well, Maggie is a rescue so we don't know for sure, but our doggie doctor says she is probably about five or six. He says her face makes her look older than she is but her teeth are a good indication that she is still plenty young. She has had puppies so we don't know if someone used her to make puppies or if she was on the streets and nature took its course. She's not having anymore puppies though. Dachshund Rescue of Houston took care of that! We don't want to add to the over-population of unwanted dogs!

When Zach asked the question, we realized you don't get to see Maggie in too many pictures. It's not because Mom doesn't like Maggie (because she likes Maggie a lot!), it's because the times when she is around Maggie are when we are in the country. Mom takes most of her pictures when Aunt Bec decides to take a nap and guess who gets to nap with Aunt Bec. If Mom took that picture, she would be swimming in the fish pond and her camera would be broken ... not that Aunt Bec is really violent or anything.

Mom took more pictures of the fish pond when we were out at the country around the end of May so she wants to post some of them. Since it is sort of her day, we will let her do it. Just in case you forgot, this pond is on Grandpa's land. Our land is to the left of it.









And here is a picture of a colorful bird that is eats the catfish. Grandpa does not like these birds for that reason.



And finally, because this is a blog about dachsies, here is a picture of all five of us in jail. Mom had to make the jail bigger than usual because there are two more of us in there. It starts off looking a little better but we jump against the bars and the pieces slide across the floor until they come to rest against the table. Mom says you are all going to think she is messy. (Hey, the truth hurts sometimes.)

The More the Merrier!

Hello All! We have a houseful this weekend. Aunt Bec went to see a friend who lives in Ohio and Mom is taking care of us and Maggie and Jake. It's almost as good as being at the country house but we miss Aunt Bec. Maggie really misses her mom as you can see here.



You can see Andy laying down behind her. We slept a lot today because it was raining and Mom wouldn't let us run in and out all day long. Sammy found a comfortable place to sleep.



Roxie found a comfy place too but she wanted Mom to leave her alone and put the camera away!



Jake just takes up position near the door hoping Mom will open it back up. Jake LOVES to be outside as much as possible!



But when it's mealtime, we all wake up.



Since it takes a little while to make five meals, the girls are smart enough to find the comfortable places to sit. Mom says it a little like an obstacle course in the kitchen!



But we did finally get our dinner!



And finally, Roxie wants you to see what a poor little girl she is ... doesn't this just pull at your heartstrings?

Bad Doggie!

Hello everydog, cat and Fufu,

Andy here.

Boy was I in trouble last night. It was raining and thundering most of the evening. It started coming down really hard near Mom's office about 15 minutes before she usually leaves to come home. Since she could see all the cars just stopped because some of the roads had deep water on them, she decided to stay at the office a little longer. She finally got home about an hour and half later than normal.

Anyway, we went outside and did our business. We came back in and had dinner. We laid on the sofa with Mom while she watched a little television and then we went outside before it was time to go to bed.

Mom leaves us out for a while when it is wet outside because she knows we will eventual do what we need to do. So after about 5 minutes or so, she opens the back door. In runs Sammy. She looks outside but she doesn't see Roxie or me so she closes the door and puts Sammy in his crate. She comes back to the back door and opens it so Roxie can come running inside. Roxie goes into her crate. Mom comes back to the back door and starts whistling and calling for me but I don't come.

And I don't come.

And I don't come.

Mom is starting to get a little worried that maybe I got hurt and can't come when she calls so she gets her flashlight (torch for some of you folks) and goes out into the soggy, "water standing everywhere because it hasn't drained off yet" back yard. Fortunately it wasn't raining anymore! She is in sandals so her feet are getting all wet. She goes over to the magnolia trees and shines the light through the limbs but it is so dark she can't really see anything. She wades back behind the garage where the water is standing one or two inches deep, shining the flashlight all over the place. She looks under the magnolia trees again. Mom is really getting worried now. She decides she needs a better flashlight so she can see under the tree and heads for the house. About that time she hears some tags jingling behind her from under the tree and I decided to poke my head out. If she hadn't been so worried that I was hurt or something, I would have been in real trouble. Instead she was just glad to see me and I was okay and now we could all go to bed ... after she dried off her feet.

The moral of this story is: If you aren't going to be good and come when they call, wait until they are over being mad and are worried before you do finally show up. But be careful. Sometimes she closes the door and doesn't come back for a long, long time. By then you are really ready to come back in!

Rain, DST and Grandpa's Birthday!!

Hello, everydog!

Well, every time Mom goes to make an entry for us from home, the connection drops again. She has left some comments for us at a few blogs but even that is short lived. We asked her to make an entry for us from work since we don't think she does anything important there anyway.

We have been getting LOTS of rain. In fact, it rained and thundered so much last night that Sammy had to bark at it to protect Mom. It was persistant and took a long time to leave.

Today we are under a severe thunderstorm watch and it has been thundering a lot more. Mom isn't at home to know for sure but we are barking at the thunder again.

Last weekend we went to Daylight Savings Time which means Mom moved the clock up one hour. We think that is really a stupid thing because there is still the same amount of daylight. The good part is we get fed an hour earlier and Mom gets home an hour earlier. The bad thing is we have to go to bed an hour earlier and Mom says she has to get up an hour earlier.

Today is Grandpa's birthday! We hope it isn't supposed to be a secret because we are telling that he is 76 today. (Now you understand why we always say Mom is old!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRANDPA! WE LOVE YOU!!

Well, Mom says she needs to get some more work done. They don't pay her to keep our blog up to date. We think she needs to find a job that will pay her for that!

Sorry that we don't have any pictures. Mom has old pictures on her work computer. All of the new stuff is at home. Keep your paws crossed that we have good Internet connection after all of this rain.

Chilly Dogs!

Wow! it's been a while since we posted. Mom has been watching the weather a lot which means she isn't helping us with our blog. It has been REALLY cold (for Houston) and wet the last couple of days. That means that Mom won't leave us outside for long. She stands out there with us to make sure we do everything we are supposed to do but sometimes she has to guess what is going on if we run behind the garage or under the magnolia trees. In that case, once she gets cold, we all go inside.

We were really lucky. On Monday night, it never did rain so nothing got icy and slippery. It started raining Tuesday night so Mom was a little more concerned. We aren't used to walking around on ice or in icy weather so we were outside only a short time after she got home from work. That usually isn't a good idea with the boys and sure enough ... Mom was glad she had stocked up on paper towels.

This morning was still very cold so, once again, it was a quick trip outside. We just don't understand how the huskies can like cold so much. OK, that isn't true, we can take one look at all that fluffiness and we understand completely. We just aren't fluffy like they are. Half the time when we go outside in cold or rainy weather, at least one of us runs in to the little doghouse and won't come back out until it is time to go back in to the big doghouse.

As you can see, the weather is the big news around here. Fortunately it is supposed to start warming up again today. It needs to warm up a little bit because we are going to the country house on Friday. Mom and Aunt Bec want us to run around outside but only if we aren't going to freeze.

In case you are wondering about the title of this post, that is what Mom calls us during the winter - her little chilly dogs! We are hot dogs in the summer. OK, so it's not THAT clever but give her a break; she's getting old and she's the only mom we have.