the garden of eden

If dachshunds lived in the Garden of Eden, I'm pretty sure that Eve would have never even had the opportunity to make that fateful apple decision. Nope, her tiny and inquisitive four-legged height challenged furball of a friend would have taken care of all that, chomping into that juicy apple way before any snake would have even had a chance to think about slithering in Eve's direction. Resisting temptation just isn't something a dachshund was bred to do.

Now don't get me wrong, I certainly don't mean to be disrepectul and I'll be the first to admit that all doxies have hearts of gold. But what wiener wouldn't take advantage of an alluring opportunity that's staring them right in the face?

Baxter's fall from the Garden of Eden yesterday wasn't caused by an apple, but rather his new been-stuck-in-a-tin-with-rawhide-for-days-so-i-smell-wonderful Comet the Reindeer toyfriend. Baxter was happily chewing away on a different toyfriend when I placed Comet in a chair, hoping to capture its cuteness forever, before it suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous destuffing. Surely Baxter already knows not to grab things off places uninvited, and besides he was busy killing Bunnito, I figured.

Yet not shortly after I took my first few pics did I find my little green vested friend moseying into frame. Tiny predator left Bunnito high and dry so he could check out the source of that wonderful smell. He paused, keeping a respectful distance from the chair.

Baxter tarried at first, knowing that he shouldn't take things from forbidden places. Wheels whirred in his head as good and bad both stated their case in the judicial court of Baxter's mind.

Just a tiny sniff, the little kielbasa decided. It was a happy compromise that freed his conscience and allowed his little legs to take him closer to this source of wonder.

Just a tiny taste, he next decided. A lick really, in the tiniest of places. Nobody would even notice anything once it dried off.

Well, if my paws never leave the ground, I technically never jumped on anything, Baxter next rationalized as his mouth opened more widely than is necessary to let out his little pink tongue.

Okay, fuhgeddaboudit, this thing is mine. And the gates of Eden came crashing down.