Back to my fun Christmas visit with Chrissy and Mama!

I had such a good time in Alabama meeting up with Mama's friend, Chrissy. So I just had to share another blog of my adventures in BAM land. I mean BAMA land. Whatever that means.

I was rather perplexed that there was no room service for dogs. But Mama assured me there was no room service for humans either, so I quickly got over my silent tantrum.

Mama made sure I had my heater, bedding and blankets to keep me warm. It unnerved me a little to find that we had a hot-natured human among us, but at Mama's insistence the air quality and temperature didn't freeze my little bones at all.

Our last night, we went on a tour of the hotel. I was hot stuff prancing around the building until Mama insisted that I become part of the Christmas decorations in the lobby area. Look closely at the bottom of the tree. It's a bird, a plane, no a Christmas doxie!

For some reason I tend to be the entertainment, but it gets me more attention and sometimes extra treats. So I just grin and bear it!

Later, loving doggies and doggy lovers!

PS - a very special shout out to my birthday friend, Chrissy! I loves you! Happy Barkday!

Breaking News: Apalled at ABC's slander of me my Mama and my fellow dachshunds

NOT happy to start the new year off with hearing the awful exposure in the media from ABC's Private Practice. I may not be able to speak up for myself, but I can blog, tweet and love my owner unconditionally, which is more than some humans have the capacity to do.

I don't ask for much but my Mama to pamper me, occasional strangers to give me treats, my grandparents to feed me from the table when my Mama isn't looking, ahem, okay that last one...well I think Mama just found out. Anyway, I'm a loving, devoted companion to my Mama. I love kids, my stuffed animals. My first friend was a cat, but I digress.

Some writer/s decided to disgrace my breed.

SHAME ON THEM!

So, I've been known to eat poo, I shall call it. But I don't eat it now and haven't for some time, such as was portrayed on that intolerant show. I also do love my Mama and I'm not self-centered and focused solely on myself, but of course if anyone else wants to be, that's cool with me, just sayin.'

I AM NOT FILTHY nor are any of my fellow canines, regardless of their breed.

Why, ABC, would you portray me and my fellow dachshund brethern and sisters as immoral walks of life, which you weren't far from calling us?

You think I eat poo? I think you're full of it and I should know. I'm the expert on that particular subject, right? Leave my Mama alone and any other rightful doxie owner. They are not desperate for attention, but perhaps YOU are!

For those that do not know what I'm ranting about, check out the youtube video entitled, Dachshunds poop. It will disgust you as I hope it has enough owners to protest the uncalled for slam against the dachshund nation.

Find something better to write about or get off the air! And if you don't like it then you can eat poo!

Later doggie lovers and loving doggies! Stay tuned for my next excursion, a continuation of my fun times with my new pal, Chrissy.

I will return to my Christmas & New Year's Update at a later date, ahem. On to the most important of trips first!

Greetings from Tuscaloosa, Alabama!

At least that's where I was and the place I will comment on in my current blog. Ahem, I got to finally meet Mama's friend, Chrissy.

I loves her, she my friend. I put my doggie stamp of approval on her. She gave me treats, 'licks lips' snausages are my favorite. And.......

treated me like the Princess I am.

check out my fashionable, yet roomy 'Diva Dog' coat. And as you can see there is plenty of room for my backside area, ahem.

That's what I'm talkin' about. 'wiggles eyes'

and I got a fluffy bear. Mama's calls her Pissy, but I's call her Pinky.

She's my best bud aside from human companionship.

We had a blast, but alas it ended so soon. I enjoyed spending time with my new buddy, Chrissy. I hope she comes to visit us real soon. I was sad cause we had to leave but also because throughout our entire stay I was declined my rightful place to breakfast with doggie cuisine. I mean I stayed at a pet friendly hotel, the least they could do was feed me proper-like. I wanted room service but was not afforded such an option. Maybe next time? K, I'll settle for that, for now.

Mama says I partied too hard and got a little sickly. *Cough, cough* but I'm improving and will soon be barking at a corner near you.

My other bestest gift was from Mama, my new fleece bed. It's scrumptiously warm and inviting. Come on, I won't bite, join me.

This was me on Christmas morning. I waited up all night for Santa Paws and just had to take a quick pup snooze.

Tune in for my next blog - a continuation of my fun times at a pet friendly hotel in Alabama.

Till later, loving doggies and doggie lovers!

Shelbs

Merry Barkmas & A Yippy New Year!

'Hangs head guiltily'

I know, I should be ashamed that I'm up at such a late hour, but I just had to wish all my canine friends and friendly owners the best of holidays!

I'm off with my Mama for a 9 and a half hour trip in just a wee few hours. All the more reason I should be asleep now, but I owe it to my fans 'ahem' to say a few words first.

Here's hoping your stocking is filled with all the canine goodness it can hold. I know mine is.

'wiggles eyebrows'

Until next time, doggie lovers and loving doggies!

Merry Christmas!

My Trip to the Canine Doctor

Must we....all creatures great and small have our bodies manhandled rudely by unfamiliar hands, touching us in our sensitive spots? I mean even the instruments are cold and I'm fairly sure the fur (what little I have) will undoubtedly fly off my body before I can even race to the car.

 'BRRRRRR, teeth chattering'

I know we little furry tykes need to be reminded that we're healthy by the human persuasion that specializes in that fact....and I have to say my mostest favorite doggie doctor in the whole world, that had tried to retire, saw me today, but still I justs get too nervous when I have to tip toe into that cold sterile environment and hop up onto the weight scale that looks reminiscent of a small treadmill.

And then.....then my ears are poked, mouth fingered and I have two needles gouging my little furry body. Okay so 'gouging' is my word of the day to embellish. Dr. Miller takes great care in handling me, it's just, I have this uncomfortable sense of 'I wanna get out of here as fast as I can. Nice to see you again Dr. Miller. Can't we just meet and have some dog biscuits at my house while I tell you I'm perfectly fine' insecurity when Mama loads me up for that short trip down the road.

But I do have to say my vet people treat me real NICE! They love me and I snicker every time they mistakenly call my Mama by my name. I like that Mama's identity ties into me.

'Shelby's Mama'

Heee. Heee




Later loving doggies and doggie lovers!

The Shelbster

Helllloooooooooooooooo Out There In Doggie Land!

I'm appealing to the canine in all of us. YES, even you animal loving HUMANS! My theory is that everyone is part animal, but only special loving adoptable pet lovers have that special pooch gene.

I trust that each of you had a very satisfying and scrumptious Thanksgiving.

'licks lips'

Now I plead for all animal lovers and loving animals to call on that great Santa Paws. Beg, plead, lick and beg some more in order to get your mostest favorite stocking stuffer of all time.

Mama doesn't know but I have eyes in the back of my head.

But of course they are invisible to the naked eye. Anywho, I peeked at my big stocking full of poochie goodness, topped off by a big yellow canine friend.

Betcha can't guess which stocking is mine.

'prances in circles allowing time for the audience to figure it out'

Again I ask each of my fellow doggie cousins to appeal to the poochie gene in your adopted family of humans. Express your innermost doggie urges and needs. Prioritize gifts of importance and if necessary offer to perform minimal tasks around the house for extra allowance money.

'ponders the thought'

On second thought it's best to just lay around, lick your human every once in awhile, nuzzle their legs, necks and make them feel so special with all the unconditional love us pups display.

And remember not only your humans but also Santa Paws loves you! So start making your lists, checking them twice and if you need any extra advice or words of wisdom to get your way with your human, just drop me a line!

I'll be taking a pooch nap while visions of snausages dance in my head!

Until later, doggie lovers and loving doggies,

Shelbs

Smells Like Chicken, Tastes Like Turkey!

Okay a special blog for all you canine-human pups out there. Psssst, it's time to gather around the big ol' table of love next week when the human peoples have that HUGE meal and all the trimmings!

Gather around and let's talk turkey. I'll demonstrate some ways to ensure that you and your animal friends alike will be able to have your own feast on that special day.

Strike a pose and follow my expressions. 'wiggles eyes'

First, after you creep up to the table, look away abruptly. They will think you're just performing your daily walk of exercise.

Second, appear disinterested in their mundane conversation. Say something along the lines of - 'was that Santa I just saw and his eight smelly reindeer?'

Third, try a new disguise!  A cool elf hat is sure to win you points on the meal. And then put on your weakest look.

And if no one pays attention - grovel, moan, sigh heavily until you sneeze thick mucus from your nostrils. OKAY, maybe not that latter part. It isn't a sure bet that you will get any closer to the big bird on the table. In fact being chased away is your best bet.

And FINALLY, put on your best  pose yet. I've been so good all year round. It's almost time for Santa Paws and I'm so weak I can barely stand for this picture. Please feed me and I will be on my best doggie behavior for the rest of the year!

I'm telling you pups, it works. Try it and let me know the end result!





Till later loving doggies and doggie lovers!

Shelbs