I’m trying to keep my follower count down, so unless you are a pet blog or have pets clearly marked in your header, I will probably be blocking you. It’s nothing personal. This does not pertain to longtime followers.

My pets:

Bindi, 4/25/10 - 12/16/22. Mixed breed. I miss you, Kid.

Kermit, 2/29/20. Dachshund. My handsomest and most manly of men.

Zaku, 2/14/23. Belgian tervuren. The fluffy freight train.

Spyro, 9/25/25. Dachshund. The baby girl child.

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Out in the tule fog.

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Dif if my ftick! Der are many like it, but dif one is mine!

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Three generations of basset hounds. The middle, named Witch, was the mother of several champions. Published 1909

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Ch. Longfellow, basset hound, 1910

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Stack photos at 7, 12, 13, 15, and 16 weeks. She has acquired length and speckles.

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16 weeks comparison. The girl continues to just be enormous. Also, she’s getting super speckley!

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Practicing our stacks. Even though I have no intention of showing with either of the girls (couldn’t with Alice even if I wanted to). Maybe I’ll go with a show potential for doxie #3? So I’m practicing with the girls. Just getting them used to staying in place for me currently. They’re used to sitting for treats so their first instinct is to sit patiently for the carrots 😂.

I love how squarely Alice is standing, her weight pulled forward and expression attentive! And Luna has such pretty feathering and nice rear angulation! Little show dogs in the making. (also, their conformation is so different from my breed that I had to take a minute; where’s the neck? Where’s the tails? Oh, wait, yes, dachshunds...)

Why do middle aged white men keep being weird about greeting me?

ME: (walking my dogs)

GUY: Good morning.

ME: Good morning!

GUY: (drops his voice an octave) I said good morning. You don’t respond when people tell you good morning?

ME: I responded?

GUY: Oh.

Was doing some nosework with the boys in my backyard and while I was throwing Zaku’s bally for him, guess who ran by with my odor tin in her mouth.

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