Hello … it’s MEEEEEEE!

So I’m busy … catchin’ a handful of z’s before I head out on a long RV trip on Saturday.

Next thing you know I hear visitors outside. Well lemme tell ya, I’m on the case, #amirite?

When we get visitors, the most important thing you can do is institute what I affectionately call a “vetting process”.

The first step is to assess if there are any threats?

#norustedmetals

Then you check out the vehicle … is the vehicle safe?

With Dad suffering from a “groin injury” (click here and head to the 37 second mark of the video), the job of defending the homefront falls upon me. And if I may be so bold, I’ve yet to allow a threat to compromise our property. That includes the caterpillar I inserted between my molars last night.

Hello. It’s me!!

That’s what a hundred degrees looks like.

But then, something glorious happened … the jet stream changed, and suddenly it was only in the mid-80s.

Suddenly I was as nimble as a chupacabra!

When it cools down, it’s time to assess threats, #amirite?

And then it got even weirder …

This is great stuff!!

It’s Tuesday in May and it is in the low 70s. WOW!

Dad says Sunday it is s’posed to be 104 degrees.

I told Dad that we have to get the heck out of Dodge ASAP if it is going to be 104 on Sunday.

The extended forecast calls for much-above normal temperatures in May, June, and July. I’m hoping for much-above normal travel if that is the case!!

Hello … it’s me!!

Something funny was going on, pups. I was spending a lot of time at home. Worse, when Mom & Dad were home, they were constantly messing around with our RV. Why would they be unloading stuff all of the time, even when it was close to 100 degrees out?

It was almost like they were getting rid of the RV, #amirite? I held vigil while they kept hauling stuff out to the garage.

Mom and Dad tried to distract me … having me spend time with friends while they kept behaving mysteriously.

Yesterday, Dad shows me a picture.

I wonder … why is our ERA parked at an RV lot next to that brand new Winnebago Fuse?

Then Dad shows me a picture of our RV parking spot … and there is that Winnebago Fuse again, but it has the carrier that was on the Era. Hmmmmm.

All I’m asking is for temperatures that aren’t 100 degrees, so I can spend a little time in what may well be a new rig that I’ll be taking to the Midwest in three weeks. I hear it is supposed to be in the mid-70s this coming week. Maybe … just maybe … Mom and Dad will let me see if the rumors are true. Is this the end of an Era? And if it truly is, what do my accommodations look like? Did Mom & Dad truly think of me, of ME, when making such a life-altering decision?

Hello … it’s me!

Yup – that’s me. Exhausted.

We haven’t chatted in nearly a month, and for good reason. It’s been an endless array of guests and vinipotes here at La Casa de la Doxie. Dad’s tired … I just caught him napping in his chair when he should have been working.

I sit and wait for the next visitor …

But every once in awhile, I get a surprise … like when my dear friend Frank arrives (visit the website if email does not emulate the video:  http://dashthedachshund.com).

That’s some sweet action, #amirite?

And in-between visits, I got to spend some time with my dear friend Hanna.

She’s not shy about her unabashed preference for my company.

Then she fell asleep.

#OhWell.

Anyway, we’re about five weeks away from a BIG TRIP in the RV … we’re headed to the Midwest (FYI – I’ve been there, I’m an avid traveler as you may already know). That’s when the fun really begins. Until then, we’re preppin’, getting things ready so that we can have big time fun.

P.S.: I am hopeful that the snow in the Midwest will melt over the next five weeks.

Hello! It’s me … from two years ago.

And then last night I was featured on Jeopardy …

Needless to say, I blurted out the answer and earned $400 for my efforts … a nice chunk of cheddar, #amirite?

Hello! It’s me!!

That’s the look I give somebody when they present me with a bag of cookies and nobody has ever given me a bag of cookies before.

But my friend Amy baked me a bag of cookies and wrapped them up nicely and let’s just say I demonstrated sincere appreciation for my gift. Take a look (visit the website if the video doesn’t emulate via email). I was utterly light on my feet!

That’s some tall cotton, #amirite?

Dad has been rationing the home made dog-friendly cookies in bite-sized portions. Not nearly enough to make me happy, of course, but enough to be constantly reminded of the importance of having friends that make you cookies.

COOKIES!!

Hello! It’s me.

I like to lock Dad down with my right front paw … it’s the best way to force him to sit with me on the couch for five or six consecutive hours, #amirite?

Anyway, today’s not about me. We had friends visit from Texas … and they brought a drone. They flew the drone over our house and neighborhood. Here’s the video … please visit http://dashthedachshund.com if you cannot see the footage here.

Hello! It’s me!

There are threats.

1. Real.
2. Perceived.
3. Rusted Metal.
4. Chupacabra.

Last week I was visiting friends … Mom says “Is the cat in the house?” Friend says “yes”. I enter the back yard, and this cat (which I swear is actually a chupacabra, #amirite?) puts my head and neck in a vice grip unlike any I’ve ever experienced. As I began to pass out from asphyxiation, Dad kept trying to pull on my leash. This only served to accelerate the slow death I was experiencing.

When the cat/chupacabra finally relented and decided to partake in other activities, I screamed a bunch of obscenities, loudly if I may be so bold.

I was comforted by Mom.

I’m not a fan of the pseudo-chupacabra.

P.S.: Look at what the chupacabra did to our plants in the front yard.

Hello. It’s me.

That look means “please don’t make me walk, my right rear hips hurts”, #amirite?

The great “ejection from the house” of 2018 resulted in a bigger issue.

After hobbling on three legs for three days (#symmetry), Mom and Dad took me to the vet. We crossed all of our toes, hoping there wasn’t a break.

The results?

No break – just deep tissue damage in my hip and knee (and according to the vet she could easily see food in my tummy).

Just like that I’m walking again. And vomiting (from the drugs). I’ll take the latter if I can have the former. After all, hips don’t lie.