So, a couple of weekends ago, Dad took me to meet my cousin (his sister’s wire haired dachsund, Dieter). Being much smaller, Dieter, of course, spent the greater part of our visit growling at me and making sure I knew whose house it was and who was in charge. My attitude, of course, was… whatever. I just wanted to play! He eventually got more relaxed, and by the time I left, we had become friends.
Oh, yeah. Take a look at my couleur du semaine. (Picked that up from a french poodle I met recently.)
Here’s some pix:
Ah, what a profile.
Hmmm, this is new for both of us. But I guess it’s time to start trying to figure it out.
Pssst! When I say “Go!” you…
I’ll give you 10 minutes to stop that.
It’s OK, Dieter. You can play with my Wubba.
And this is my favoritest place in the whole world to be!
See you soon.