Saturday, January 17, 2009

Dachshund being a dachshund.


OK, Sasha here. I chased pesty squirrels, had a barkversation with the neighbor dog for 15 minutes, knocked over trash can (and got caught), pouted for an hour after being fussed at, and then tore up toilet tissue. All in all, it was a pretty good day.

Mommy got two treasuries. One in the main treasury that is the bestest yet, Wieners and Buns. The other one was in treasury west, Extreme Obsession. She is working on some paw print mini bookmarks or gift tags with old business cards and wallpaper samples. They are turning out cute. Sales in our etsy store are slow, and we are still trying to organize a dachshund team chat. It is just hard to get everyone together at the same time. Oh, well, a doxie can only do her best.

Now, another human question to ponder. Why do humans always change their fur so much? They have fur to sleep in, fur for winter, fur for going out of the house to eat (yes we know where you have been), fur for a place called church, and even swimming fur. Then, they take all that fur off and get wet in that inside rain thingy. I just don't get them at all.

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