Lately for some reason our Nicky has been seeing if he can get away with begging at the table – he can’t! Every so often he tries to push the boundaries just in case: where food is concerned a dachshund is always willing try and push the boundaries. When it comes to begging Nora lets Nicky make the effort and she just sits by with that look on her face. It’s a look that both of them have perfected and that anyone who includes a dog in their family is familiar with. It’s that silent staring at you as you eat, their eyes filled with the hope that you will share.
Now until the daily post on Facebook from Grandiloquent Word of the Day showed up last Wednesday I had no idea that the act of giving someone that look has its very own verb in the English language.
So do you think they’ve got groaking down to a fine art?
On this day in 1912: The frozen bodies of Robert Scott and his men are found on the Ross Ice Shelf in Antarctica.
In which two gifts* and a lovely present are recalled.
Eight years ago our lives were invaded by two little creatures who to this day aggravate, frustrate, annoy, and give untold pleasure and love: The Infamous Hounds from Hell.
We had an online contest to name them and our friend Cecilia (at the time known on her blog as Dora) gave us the winning names. Because they were Roman puppies we decided that their names should be introduced to the world in a traditional Roman way:
Several weeks after a parcel arrived from the United States: a christening gift from their godmother in Virginia.
The collars are now a bit frayed and worn however they are still sported proudly as we take our walks through town. Nora with her red collar and Nicky with his green have become celebrities around Charlottetown and there are people who know them but will be damned if they know who we are.
*For all that we mutter about Hounds from Hell they are still our treasures.
On this day in 1966: The Heron Road Bridge collapses while being built, killing nine workers in the deadliest construction accident in both Ottawa and Ontario.
For some reason – well actually for two reasons – every day or two I get an advert popping up on my FaceBook page telling me about a new delight for daschund owners. Normally it is a t-shirt or something of the sort which allow me to publicize to the world that my life is controlled by four (eight in my case) legged, elongated, demanding Hounds from Hell. I have been collecting them to no known purpose – sorry the adverts not the dogs, they – so I’m told – do have a purpose. What that purpose may be I will leave to you, my faithful reader, to decided.
I will leave the last word to the remarkable wordsmithing of E. B. White and his observation on his beloved Fred.
Being the owner of dachshunds, to me a book on dog discipline becomes a volume of inspired humor. Every sentence is a riot. Some day, if I ever get a chance, I shall write a book, or warning, on the character and temperament of the dachshund and why he can’t be trained and shouldn’t be. I would rather train a striped zebra to balance an Indian club than induce a dachshund to heed my slightest command. When I address Fred I never have to raise either my voice or my hopes. He even disobeys me when I instruct him in something he wants to do.
E. B. White
Oh wait a minute I stand corrected: the last word – or a least image will go to the Hounds from Hell.
On this day in 1816: 1816 – Battle of Seven Oaks between North West Company and Hudson’s Bay Company, near Winnipeg.
As I was going through some old drafts I discovered this post from 2009 when the Hounds from Hell first entered our lives. In honour of their 7th birthdays – Nora’s is today, Nicky’s Monday of next week – I thought I do what every dotting parent does – I’d post embarrassing pictures of them when they were young along with what I wrote at the time.
*Decided to change Gratuitous Puppy Pictures to more accurately reflect the nature of the beast(s).
The famous – or infamous – “rub my belly because I’m so damned cute” Nora pose.
Even as a puppy Nicky hated it when that bloody snappy thing was shoved in his face.
Hey she mades as good a pillow as the real thing.
There’s always time for a little nap – between biscuits, chose-a-mange and walks.
Nora curls to sleep and Nicky does that strange on his back thing. How the hell he sleeps like that I’ll never understand.
Aren’t they adorable? So cute! So quiet! Sleeping peacefully! Before they wake up to wreck havoc throughout the household. We’ve ended up with two problem kids – love them to pieces but my lord are they a handful. Daschies are stubborn little critters and very single minded. But as our friend Yannis keeps reminding me – I mustn’t let 4.4 kilos of dog control 75 kilos of human.
Let’s just hold these images in our mind as we view the destruction around us.
It worked seven years ago – and it still works today.
Again with that damned clicky thing.
And who is the Queen of this Castle?
Dead to the world – and I still don’t know how he does it.
Okay this is meant to embarass me infront of the world, right?
Seven years on and Yannis’s advise went for naught and as we spend two weeks on Prince Edward Island the HFH are at boot camp in the Ontario countryside. Two weeks with a colleague of mine who is a drill sergeant with the Canadian Forces and also a dog trainer. First thing Monday morning she had them on the treadmill and was reinforcing the training we’ve been doing the past few months. By the time we get back they should have been demoted to the Hounds from Heck!
They are still 12 kilos of trouble but this place seems awfully quiet without them. And we miss the havoc – which must mean something!
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