hound of the poopievilles

wanted: one giant magnifying glass and tweed cape (duk size medium). willing to trade for gummy worms or monkey chow.  serious inquiries only, tinysherlock221 at gmail.com

king of the luckeee

...hee hee, and this little piggy not only dibbed his apple, but he got to nibble at it too :)

- baxter, 6.5 years old, after having proclaimed himself king of the luckeeee

The little kielbasa is looking up at me now as I write this, wondering when it is I'll get off this crazy time sucker thing, and get on with the business of enjoying our time beside a window drenched by the warm rays of the afternoon sun.  It's a look that I seem to be getting more often lately, I now realize.

It's strange, how habit can completely consume our lives.  Habit can be so comforting, yet it can also be a curse, a limiting factor that not only dulls our senses but keeps us from making new and meaningful wrinkles on our brains.  I say all this, because I seem to be in serious need of a mental molting and reboot, and part of that requires me to fall down a few different and very non-dachshund related rabbit holes here on the internet and in real life.  To clear out the cobwebs and reconfigure the space inside my shrinking brain. You might notice for a bit that there might not be as many good mornings and good nitey nites on facebook, there might not be as fast a turnaround on blog comments and replies as I usually try to do, but know that our happy little world is still as happy as it ever is, still busy making, barking, and doing.  And we will always continue to share those happy adventures :)

tiny rhymey tuesday

What are little boys made of, made of?

Sniffs and swirls and tails that twirl,

That's what little boys are made of.  :)

baxter's hints for hungry hounds #143

even though the evidence might catch up with you later, sometimes, the best time to taste your mom's lunch is when she is busy trying to take a picture of you :) :)

rocky mountain hi

hello world - let's go climb some rocks!! :)

 

tiny baby buggy bumpers

well mom, are you sure she really needs it? 

i mean, i know it little miss julia is very attached to her tiny baby, Tiny Baby, and we know first hand that when it gets lost, nobuddy is happy. but who said she has to bring Tiny Baby with her everywhere anyways? It's not like Tiny Baby is real, like, you know, duk duk or chocobot or lulu the tiger or lil pink puppy.

and besides, me and duk duk already think that with a few tailoring tweaks, this super cool Tiny Baby convertible backpack/crossbody purse thatchoo made for little miss julia's birthday would be great for our summer pupscout trip to camp poopsalot.  cuz as you might imagine, we will be needing plenty of luggage to bring back our souvenirs if u know what i mean.  and some of what we will be making - er, finding - could be high up in the mountains and we will need to keep our hands free to protect ourselves from the hungry bears as we carry our precious finds back to base camp.  you understand, right? and with the colors being so bright if we get lost if our gps doesn't -  wait, what's that? oh..make us another one? okay well sure, yippee i guess that will work! so long as you promise to make it in time for our trip because you know that is happening in just a few weeks, right?

now please do not mind me.  i will just sit here by the window and wait for the little miss julia and Tiny Baby because i am sure they will be coming over any second now and when they do, maybe we put  some snackies and Tiny Baby inside and we can all go for a walkie to the playground!! :)

The Tiny Baby Quilted Convertible Backpack and Crossbody Purse prototype, for tiny babies, and not-so-tiny dachshund adventurers. :)

busy boy :)

Because sometimes little busy boys need help being a little busy...

 thanks mom for the chewnola bar! i promise to try my best to eat it on this towel but can we please move it to my hiding spot by u know where because here i feel so exposed?? : ) :)

ps my friends, i enabled comment moderation to collect that tasty spam that someone was leaving so please do not hesitate to leave comments and i will see them and post them :)

grainy morning

mom, even though i see the sun is trying to come out now,  are you sure we cannot stay in bed all day today? i promise i will share the bed  and we can even read stories off my ipad :)

rubby rub rub

rubby rub rub,
i'm happy little bub,
enjoying some time
in the sun with my dad :)

magic trick

la-deeeez  and gentlemen, step right up to baxter and duk duk's mini magic stand where today the amazing baxter (hee hee, that's me!) the amazing baxter will be making something disappear before your very eyes. are you ready because....

now u see it.........................................................now you do not! 

ta-dahhh!

 hee hee,  wanna see me do it again? :) :)

rideys with baxter: the reader's digest wrapup

Hey everybuddy, it's me, Baxter, your roving rover reporter, still filling in for my mom while she has the itchies. And you know,  it is a good thing we all went to the Weenie Dog Festival the other week because wouldn'tchoo know there are so many stories here for a roving rover reporter like me to tell, and not all of them involving stink or snackies.  Here I am for instance in the enchanted parking lot, where it is rumored that once on the hour every hour, just like the Old Faithful Geyser in Yellowstone Park,  some lucky dog will get to float high in the air like a helium balloon.  Only the spot moves all around so nobuddy knows where exactly to stand, so it is always a very fun surprise.  Oooh, only five more seconds til lift off so everybuddy stand very straight and still.  Are you ready? 

Five..four..three...two...one...Ding ding! It looks like we have a winner!!  I sure hope that dapple's mom holds on to her leash really tight or that pup just might float away!!

Okay, so since it is Sunday and since I am sort of hoping to be done reporting about the Weenie dog Festival today so me and duk duk can finish digging our walrus hole finally, here are some super cool signs I saw.  Can you guess which sign I really wanted to take home and which one is hardly true at all? And can you spot the sign by which u can see a very happy someone with her new toyfriend??

Yeah I did not do the dachshund dive this year on account of mom saying I already have so many toyfriends. But I sure hope they take my suggestion to do a snackie dive next year, because I am pretty sure I would do pretty good at that.

All in all  I had a super time at the Weenie Dog Festival, and even though I was all, hey, do we really have to go? Cuz Lulu's mom and Miss Kerri only just got here and  maybe we should stick around and see if my new friend Fritz or my new friend Emil wins the standard doxie race and can't we stay can't we mom?




















Even though I was all like that, I was like this in my snoozer all the way home.  And that, my friends, is how you know you had a super duper wonderful time.

This is Baxter your roving rover reporter, wishing you a Super Spectacular Sunday!! :)

rideys with baxter: my new friend emil

Well hello everybuddy, it's me, Baxter, your roving rover reporter, continuing my in depth reporting today from under the superlatives tent here at the Wiener Dog Roast, where things are at the moment definitely slightly roasty because I am in the sun.  But do not worry, because as soon as dad puts me down, I will turn my bluetooth mic on again and we will see about interviewing a very special guest. Okay dad you can put me down now.









(Now, this fella here just won the prize for having traveled the longest distance to get here.  And judging by his mom and dad's super cool outfits or by the language I know I must use to talk to him, I think you might be able to tell where they came from. Okay,  I will ask him now if he has time for an interview, just like my teacher told us to say it in class)

His name is Emil and he came all the way from Germany, where his mom said dachshunds are actually not very popular at the moment. But at least you can find more standard sized ones there, which means I would not be the only little kielbasa in town if you know what I mean.

Unfortunately, Emil turned out to be a bit of a charmer with my mom, and although he was very friendly, I did not want mom to share any more of my delicious venison snackies with him and so I sort of had to put an end to our interview early...

Speaking of having to leave early, I have to run and explain to mom why there was an email from teacher talking about finding cardboard cutouts of me and duk duk at our school desks Friday afternoon. And why mom found star trek matinee movie ticket stubs in our backpacks. All I can say is, I hope our relationship with our wii this weekend will still be long and prosperous.  This is Baxter your roving rover reporter, wishing you a Stellar Saturday! :)

rideys with baxter: no no, thank You!

Hello! It's me, Baxter, your roving rover reporter, reporting to you again from the Wiener Dog Festival while my mom is still scratchy scratchy.  As hard as it is for me to believe, here at the Wiener Dog Festival, I learned that some doxies do not like their tushies sniffed.

And some doxies, well they do not even like their brother's tushie to be sniffed. Even when you have his brother's permission.

Lucky for me, mom provided enough of a distraction that I could get the data I needed, and I even figured out a better way to collect it!

So with my newly invented stink trail survey technique, not only could I do my research in secret, but it also went a lot faster.





In fact, it was so fast, I even had time to share a little stink of my own, and I was in the perfect place where it could be enjoyed by all.

In my next post I will tell you about my very special new friend Emil, and a few more interesting from the Wiener Dog Roast .  This is Baxter your roving rover reporter,  wishing you a Foofieriffic Friday! :)

rideys with baxter: reporting tips, and the one that got away

Hello again my friends, it's me, Baxter, your roving rover reporter, picking up from Tuesday's story here at the Wiener Dog Roast! Now, as you might recall,  my trip here was a stroke of some mighty good luck because I need to do some sniffing research for me and duk duk's next super secret project. And, as any good reporter will tell you, the key to a good story (or in my case, a good sniff) is all about getting a good tip.

Like this one, from my new friend here who was waiting in line for some super swell doggie ice cream.  Do not tell mom but I snitched a taste from a cup I found on the floor by the man who was drawing caricatures, and I must say, it was delicious!














Anyhoo, every good reporter also knows that patience is sometimes key.  Because once I was situated by the doors where my friend said there was some good sniffing, well wouldn't you know it, but by the time I got there,  I think everybuddy had been all sniffed out.  And everyone was on their way to browse and shop all the fine goodies inside.

Well,  except for a couple of fellas, who decided it not only would they shop inside, but also poop inside on the soft soft carpet.  I would have taken pictures of that for you but you already know how that goes.  But let me tell you, their poopie snakes were impressively massive.  Like, level three poopmaster black belt massive. With a nice woody top note, and cardamom and leather mid notes.  I could not tell you the dry down because unfortunately their mom and dad cleaned it all up before then.  But I bet it would have been fantastic, and its sillage very long lasting.

Some of the doxies I met were not quite ready to participate in my survey, which was just as well in retrospect,  since I might have caught some girl cooties and that would have totally thrown my nose off.

Not all the tushies I missed out on were girls though.  Well, for all I know this could have been a girl, but I still call this one, "The One That Got Away".  Something tells me that tushie would have smelled absolutely divine.

Tomorrow, I will report to you with more scenes from the Weenie Dog Roast.  If I do not find another nice patch of sun that is. But I will try my best not to. This is Baxter your roving rover reporter wishing you a Thoroughly Thuper Thursday!! :) 

sunny delight :)

hee hee, okay so maybe tomorrow i will tell you more about my visit to the wiener dog festival cuz here in the nice warm sun i am falling asleeee........... :)

rideys with baxter: eau de tushie

Hello my friends, it's me, Baxter, your roving rover reporter. Through my super sleuthy scenting techniques, I've just discovered I am at a weenie dog festival and you know what that means...

let's hurry up and get there!

Now, as any of you who have attended a weenie dog festival might know, it is best to keep your paws free so you can be prepared for just about anything.  So today, I am going to put away my iphoney reporting gear and bring out my bluetooth mic.  Oh and I think I've run across my first interviewee for me and duk duk's super secret project...(fumble fumble) Okay I think I got this thing to work.  Please let me know if the volume is too high. 

Hee hee, one doxie tushie down, so many more to go.  Sometime soon I hope to tell you more about me and duk duk's super secret project, but in the meanwhile, tomorrow I will share more pictures and tales from my visit to the weenie dog festival.  And if you happen to have any questions about adopting this cute and friendly little fella (whose tushie smells fantastic by the way),  please contact the folks here  or visit their facebooky and tell them he was at the Weenie Roast and hopefully they can help get you connected.  This is Baxter your roving rover reporter, wishing you a totally tooteriffic Tuesday! :) :)

rideys with baxter: o the places we could go!

Hello my friends, it's me, Baxter, your roving rover reporter, filling in for my mom all this week while she's battling the itchies off and on.  Today and for the next few days, I want to tell you all about the fun I had a ver special event I attended.  Which I had no idea I was going to till we got there.

In fact, for a while there, I was all, hey, where are we going? are we going to the circus so i can smell some elephant poop?  ooh, or maybe the zoo so i can smell some elephant poop! or maybe the farm so i can smell some cow poop and if i am lucky and nobuddy is looking, i can roll in it! 

but... even though that all would be fun..  hmmmm..hmmmmm...is this car ridey a good idea?  because any day now our walrus is coming and i still have yet to finish digging his hole in my backyard...

but lucky for me, once we got there and the car door opened, I sniffed in the air and knew that this was going to be a good place to be :)

Tomorrow I will tell you exactly where I went and share with you some of the super sights and sounds I encountered so I hope you will visit me again tomorrow!  This is Baxter your roving rover reporter, wishing you a very merry Monday!! :) :)

happy mother's day :)

dear diary,
yesterday i had a really fun day but i will have to tell you about it another time because today is mother's day and me and duk duk and chocobot and lulu the tiger and lil pink puppy are busy trying to figure out how to wrap mom's surprise present that we got her before dad finishes making the monkey chow pancakes.  i hope one of us grows thumbs pretty quickly because those pancakes smell really good.

happy mother's day!


toodley-doo!

b. :)

word of the day: dermatographism

Something tells me I am going to miss the days of being bullet proof.  Of feeling young and invincible in the ways that only being young and naive allows one to think.  I know I will miss it as I do now, for my itching does tell me so. 


For a few days now I've been itchy, and I've been staying up late at night,  furiously googling for leads as to what it might be, all the while the itch seemed to spread on a daily basis, one small discouraging place on my skin after another.  Taking me on an emotional rollercoaster of hope and despair.  Oh it's better now, oh it's worse, oh it's better now, oh its..lemme google again and see what I find.

By the time tiny chumley made it into my top three list of possible culprits , I knew it was time to stop speculating and start getting to the bottom of what I can only describe as a periodic but very annoying problem. And lucky for me my dermatologist had an opening yesterday.

The good news,  it ain't tiny chumley, it ain't contagious, nor was it any of the frightful stuff I found online. After scratching an x on me and watching it turn red and I guess a bit raised, she thinks it's dermatographism, today's word of the day.  Although I don't get nearly the level of raised effect as you will see when you google images for it, thankfully.  Phew, at least it's not something creepy and at least tiny chumley doesn't have to suffer thru dips and pills and the like.  But the frustrating news is, that doesn't really help identify the source causing my body's overreaction.

If I were a good girl who always followed doctor's orders, I'd be starting myself back up on zyrtec at night and taking an allegra in the morning for two weeks, then maybe remove the allegra but keeping doing the zyrtec for another two weeks, and voila, hopefully be fixed. Or then I just keep doing it for longer.  But one of my top suspects as to the cause of  my problem has been a phenomenon that has been reported only anectdotally on the web, and that's an itchy withdrawal response to the long term use of cetirizine.  Cuz thanks to the crazy weather,  I've been on it for three months now, a month longer than I'v ever taken it.  And I don't want to be a zyrtec junkie.  I don't want to be a pill junkie of any kind if I can help it.    So, I'm thinking of toughing it out for another week, or at least another few days to see if things get better on their own.  I am sure it will be a test of my willpower but I figure it's worth finding out. 

Oh, so I'm TMI sharing this because I am also thinking about whether or not tiny chumley and I will  be able to post daily during all this.  So don't be alarmed if there isn't a post tomorrow or if posting is not quite on the regular schedule that it has been in the past.  In the grand scheme of things, know that we are fine, and hope to get back to regular programming as soon as possible.  Have a wonderful weekend my friends!  :)

hormigaville

The cool weather we've been having these past few weeks made me wonder why it was that air was blowing rather randomly and intermittently out of our vents downstairs the other day.  Tiny chumley certainly didn't appreciate the cool air blowing on him,  and as he left his window seat and ambled off in hopes that George would be turned on, I wandered over to the thermostat.  Nope,  the thermostat didn't think the AC or the blower needed to be on either. 

Sheesh, I thought to myself,  we just replaced that HVAC last year, too. It's too early in its lifecycle for it to become self aware and require a healthy slice of money pie to stay happy.

I put on my shoes and trekked out to check on the HVAC.  Ugh.  Tiny house ants.   Crawling all over the unit. And trailing into a tiny crevice near the base.  Carrying eggs even.  It was all I could do to wait the six days it ended up being before the right set of people could come to confirm my suspicions, and address the problem properly.  But luckily, that day was yesterday.  We opened the HVAC panel and found them crawling all over the electrical compartment.  Sorry ants.  Please enjoy this tasty bait the nice man left you  (don't worry, Baxter is safe from coming in contact with the stuff).  Or maybe find another home.  Maybe in the yard of  Baxter's stinky basset neighbors.

When crazy stuff like this pops up,  my job starts before the professionals arrive, so I can google long into the night to become as informed as I can be, so I can be sure to ask the right questions and understand what they are doing, and what the future might hold.  But I know tiny chumley feels that his job starts exactly when the professionals arrive. Which explains the perky eared, cute little expectant shadow I found sitting just behind his dad's office door after the guys finished their job.

um, mom?  i know they are out there.  can you please let me out now so i can do my job?? :) :)