Veggie Bone!!

Hello. It’s me!


Yup, I’ve got a VEGGIE BONE!!!

Here’s a video of me hiding the veggie bone … nobody will find it in the couch, #amirite?

I guess if there’s video evidence of me hiding it there, somebody is bound to find it. So I took the VEGGIE BONE elsewhere.


Then I hid the VEGGIE BONE so well that I couldn’t get to it! Help!



Dad saved the day … he rescued my VEGGIE BONE!


From there, it was a frantic rush around the house culminating in the digestion of the VEGGIE BONE.



Every Wednesday and Sunday, Dad puts a VEGGIE BONE in my dish. Every Wednesday and Sunday, I partake in big time excitement culminating in sumptuous nourishment.

Maybe I could get a bonus VEGGIE BONE? Dad? What do you say?

Three January Snaps For Your Perusal

Hello, it’s me! I thought you might enjoy a photogenic synopsis of what I now call my “January Journey” … with three images of my marvelous evolution.

January 2016:


January 2017:


And today:


I went from virtually no fur to brown fur to blonde and fluffy fur. My personality remains consistently vibrant, of course, but the physical transformation is something to behold, #amirite?

Looking back to January 2016, I was utterly stubtacular.

May you have a stubtacular New Year as you undergo your own personal metamorphosis.


Happy New Year!

Hello! It’s me.


The tradition in our house on New Year’s Eve is the serving of a delicious Grasshopper (click here). I’d rather suffocate licking one than not have access to one.

May you have a great New Year!! I’m looking forward to a lot of travel in 2018, as long as Dad gets the macerator discharge hose fixed.


A Song And A Wager

Hello. It’s ME!!


I wrote a song for Christmas. I thought you might like to read the lyrics.


My dear friends.

Bought me wine.

And the wine scared the living daylights out of me.


But Dad drank the wine.

And it was a mighty fine wine he said as he became more giddy with each drop.

All I was left with was residual frap.


I spent Christmas with Frank.

We’re good friends, so that’s why he sat

… on my mat.


While Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa and my Aunt celebrated Christmas,

Frank and I Assessed Threats.

Frank spotted something odd on the cactus across the street.


I dug deeper.

But I was stymied.

As my own Christmas Story intersected with another.


I ran out of lyrics.

So I end my song.

As the sun sets on my Christmas home.


Georgy Porgy pudding pie.

Kiss the girls and make them cry ….

Oh wait, I got confused.

Our backyard is coming along nicely …


But I’m getting impatient … MOM, WHEN WILL I HAVE NEW ARTIFICIAL TURF???


Well … WHEN??!

Mom says, “Why don’t you invite your loyal followers, your readers, the very ones you owe your staggering social media success to, to guess the final date of completion of the Casita and Back Yard?”

  • Mom = February 4 (Super Bowl).
  • Dad = February 14 (#romance).

Use the comments section to offer your guess. The day the pool is full is the official completion date. The winner earns a coveted Major Award. Just not this one from up the street.


Cerenia Now!

Hello … it’s me!!


Well, it’s been a busy few weeks. Most pups are preparing for Christmas. I’m busy supervising my back yard.


It’s non-stop supervision. And you have to stay on these contractors, or the whole project can go askew.


I don’t know about you, but I like to get down into the details. No 30,000 foot view from my perspective.


Back on solid ground, I inspect the surroundings, always assessing potential threats. I find great joy in probing sand for potential lunch-time morsels.


I know the average doxie has an established routine … one that looks something like this.

Dachshund In Native Habitat

I’m not against that, but before I took a nap I needed to inspect the pool equipment for rusted metals.


In a few days shotcrete goes in the pool. Then we are making progress.


It looks like the casita will be done around Christmas Day. Dad already ding’d a wall moving the toilet in (#goodmemories #careless #touchuppaint).




All of this work exhausted me. I began to feel bad.


Next thing you know, I set a #personalbest with an even twenty trips outside to go to the bathroom.

This prompted a trip to the vet.


Do you know what my x-rays revealed?



I don’t know what “gas in the fundus” is, but it isn’t exactly pleasant!

I was prescribed a four-pack of Cerenia and pills to quell the desire of my intestinal tract to pump waste materials through my plumbing every 45 minutes. Oh, and a bonus shot to stop vomiting. Oh, and some gravy flavored sprinkle-ings that are fortified with bacterium.

Mmmmmmm …. fortified.

That was Friday. Today is Tuesday, and I’m returning to normal. There’s nothing like a little bit of diaper rash cream to subside the swelling, #amirite?


Yuletide Pup

Hello. It’s me!!


Thanksgiving weekend … and we’ve got it all goin’ on … Casita construction, football, and Christmas decorations.

Take a look at this decoration.


Is it a decoration? Is it? IS IT? This video tells you what I think of our yuletide pup (visit the website if you cannot see the video via email).

It’s a disturbing video, #amirite? Yuletide pup just sits there and stares while I do all talking. What kind of relationship is that? And I didn’t ask for the relationship in the first place.

I put my uncomfortable relationship with yuletide pup aside for a few minutes … it is Thanksgiving weekend and that means non-stop FOOTBALL. Watch me run the jet sweep (visit the website if you are reading this via email …

I spent the first half of my life chasing chupacabras, assessing threats, generally exploring the wood chipper of life with gusto.


So it shouldn’t be a surprise to anybody that I can tote the pigskin. For my next act of genius, I plan on figuring out what the heck a QR code is doing on a woodchipper. Maybe the QR code will grant me the knowledge necessary to deal with yuletide pup.

Pex! We’ve Got Pex!

Hello! It’s me!!


Casita USA is moving right along, pups … and there is no time for vacationing in an RV in 80 degree weather because I’ve gotta inspect the pex. But first off, I have to navigate the expansive yard of sand that I now inhabit.


So across the dunes I go.


Did you see those red lines? That’s the outline for where the pool is going to be. Three months from now I’ll be in the process of drowning if I’m located right there, #amirite?

Plumbing and Electrical are in process – today I got to inspect the pex.


Blue is for cold water, pups!

Guess what? Mom and Dad took me over to the model homes so I could see what appliances are installed in the model Casitas. They let the pups come in!!


That’s a good deal!

We headed home later in the afternoon, and Dad put on satellite radio for me. I get to hear this song five times a day … and quite honestly, that’s five times a day too much!