The Boots, The Boots !!!

The universal signal, the donning of the boots... first, an awareness. Then quickly it turns to excitement, which gives way to euphoric dancing and singing. Wah-rooooo, ruh-rooooo... the game is about to begin!

We're going, we're going! I'm taking him on a walkie.... Rah-roooo. Soon I'll see the ted-dog, and bark at those nasty runts behind the fence, and maybe see a rabbit, and I'll make a really big poop on the neighbor's driveway - what a gift to receive! He'll be so pleased.....

We're going, my daddy and me..... rah-rooooo!

Somebody Didn't Get the Memo

Rox was very interested in whoever the poor body was --- seems there is a critter who dares walk across Rox's front porch! And yes, that is our front porch covered in snow. Blech!

Bob was as excited as Rox - came to me to get picture of prints so we could identify critter.

I say it's a hapless, half-frozen little thing with 5 long toes. Bob wondered if it was... eek! ... the possum from before........

Roxie did lots of sniffing and tracked it back to behind the bushes and around the driveway to the house next door......

Whatever it was, it was very brave to venture onto Rox's porch.......

Sunshine

28 degrees. Sun is shining. Roxie is happy. Maybe I'll survive this winter.

Still have snow, only now it's slushy, dirt black and ugly.

Roxie Wants to Move to Arizona or Florida

16 degrees. 9 more inches of snow last night...

At least the sun is shining today.

'Nuff said.

Another Grey Snowy Day in Michigan - Roxie's Ecstatic

Standing at the edge of the patio, watching for snow critters and possums. She stood there about 10 minutes, head moving back and forth in surveilance mode. I didn't tamper with the lighting in the picture. This is how dark it was at 3 PM.

The Patio Potty Spot that Bob cleared for her is in need of another shoveling... Roxie spent about half an hour sniffing the whole area. Not sure what she was checking out, but she was thorough.

Roxie's Out of a Job

The dishwasher repairman came today. As I write this the first load of dishes is going through a cycle! YAY!

Rox was too proud to get up out of her bed when the man came in, but she must have intuited the moment he leaned down to look in the dishwasher. Around the corner she came, running full speed and jumped up to kiss him. It was a full-on torpedo run. He did, after all, come to pet her.

Bob said the man stood up, wiped his face, and didn't say anything. Bob said quickly, "I'll take her in the other room." So what do we know here?

We know the repairman didn't seem to be a dog-lover. Or maybe he was, but was taken off guard by the 28 pound black nose hitting him at 100 feet per minute. We know he didn't lean over to pet her, saying "good doggie" or "she's so cute".......... sigh........

I tried to explain to her that not all people love her the way we do. She just kept raising and lowering her eyebrows and rolling her brown eye up to the ceiling.

But the best thing is that the dishwasher works now with its new motor. A motor which shouldn't have failed, but hey, that's life, right?!

And Roxie is out of a job - no need for a dishlicker anymore.......

Wirehair Dachshunds Shed

Everywhere. All the time. A lot.

Eats and Blows

One eats snow and the other blows snow.

Crossways in the Middle

So........ I go upstairs and what do I find?! Seems Mr. Daddy felt bad that Herself had to "go through a mani-pedi today" - Mr. Daddy has no clue...... sigh.....

Anyhoo, they were snuggled in bed, in the dark and snoring away, both of them. I find it curious that Herself got the whole middle while Daddy was clinging to the edge of the bed. What am I saying?! Of course she'd take the middle, and crossways too!

Off to the family room to find the camera, quick snap a couple of pics, and neither woke up from the flash. They were sleeping hard!

I was marginally annoyed because we (read: me) had decided that we'd have no more dogs in bed with us. Bob was of a different opinion. But Roxie likes her bed on the floor and very rarely asks for uppie-uppies, so this was the first time I went upstairs to find her there.

As I lay there in the dark thinking of the years to come of fighting for my space in my own bed, Roxie decided apparently that we move around too much for her. She asked to get down, went outside for a big poop and ran back upstairs and got right into her own bed. Under her own covers.

Yay! Dilemma solved.

Snow Day No. 9

What do ya mean "knock the snow off before I come in?" I'm licking as fast as I can!