Well. Clearly I have been absent from the blog for some time. I wish I had a good excuse, but the truth is that my humans are just selfish, selfish people who do not consider my needs, or the needs of my subscribers. I apologize, dear readers, for the terrible loss you’ve Continue Reading
“What in the world is a ‘water horse’?!” Roper ranted. “And why does Harley need a building permit to add that much space to her Brownstone? It’s like she’s building a whole additional structure! And why is she even considering bringing something that clearly requires water – I mean it’s Continue Reading
This week, Mama Dog devoted an entire post to me on her blog. As is my due. Being a generous, thoughtful, considerate, selfless, loving dog – I want to say a few words about her as well. Where to begin … Well, for starters, she never lets me out in Continue Reading
Early Tuesday morning, Harley and B.H. were settled into their favorite booth at the Southside Cafe. Harley bit into a gravy-filled donut and smacked her lips in appreciation. “You really can’t beat a nice, healthy breakfast to get your energy up in the morning, B.H.,” she told him. B.H. nodded Continue Reading
A note from Georgie: As much as it gives me pause to do so, I have consented to let Bachmann take another turn at having his own column on the blog. I do not suppose that much of what he’s about to tell you is the truth – he’s a Continue Reading
“I’m so exhausted,” Roper whined to Harry. “I had to come into the office last night, just to get some sleep, you know. Those new kids are so loud and Fluffy is still refusing to let me sell them. She won’t even let me send them to The Beaver Military Continue Reading
I realize it’s been some time since my Independence Day post. I have been struggling with such fatigue and have found it most difficult to manage both my duties within the Family Bed and my obligations to you, gentle readers. Additionally, my Mama Dog has been in desperate need of a Social Secretary Continue Reading
Harley settled more comfortably into the fluffy cushions of the sofa. Beside her, B.H. snuggled under his soft blanket. Gordy and Prescott bustled in to the room with bowls of fragrantly steaming popcorn and, placing the bowls on the square table in the center of the seating area, took their Continue Reading
Happy Independence Day. Or as we Irish Dachshunds call it, Tim Murphy Day. For surely this Irish frontiersman, this colonial sharpshooter, this ragged rebel serving under Daniel Morgan has done a service as integral to secure the birth of this Great Nation as any Founding Father. Tim Murphy fearlessly and without hesitation Continue Reading
While scientists have long been aware of their unique anatomy, little is actually known about the function and specifics of the Irish-Viking Dachshund’s particularities. It has been ascertained, through countless hours of research and study, that these elusive animals do possess a structural makeup unlike any other breed. While the “Haunch” and “Flank” are Continue Reading
