Snowball Fetch

I loved the snow we had this winter.  Even though it wasn’t a bunch, it was so much fun.  Mom kept throwing snowballs for me, but I could never find them.

Every once in awhile I was able to get one in my mouth and run off with it.

Note to self – move faster next time.  Until then I’ll just wait around for the next snowflake.

Later dudes.

Winter

Life was sort of like Winter after September 22nd.  Granny Mitzi, my best friend, went to be with auntie Lilly at the bridge.  I was positive it was a mistake and I woke mom up in the middle of the night for a couple of weeks – just so I could go outside and look for her.  She never materialized so I just laid low and waited to feel better.

Rose and I did get our international championships after the new year, so that was pretty cool.  Well gotta go.  Dad and I have some serious hanging out to do.

Later dudes.

Today Was A Fairytale

Well today started off like most show days – up early, quick breakfast and then this.
specialty1But the ending of this fairytale was a bit different.  We met a wonderful judge named Nancy Bodine from Virginia.  She really loved me and gave me the win in the boy’s class.  Then she gave Rose the winner of the girl class.  Mom was so excited but it wasn’t over yet.  The judge had to see both of us again.  She said she could see that I was Rose’s son but loved the way Rose moved a bit better.  I know I have her eyes, but I keep waiting to get my dad’s handsomeness and smooth movement.  Mom says she hopes I will stop being a puppy some day, but hey that’s the fun part.  Like the hemorrhage I almost gave her after my bath on Wednesday.  I just had this urge after to go outside and dig in the dirt.  I thought she was going to have an aneurism the way she rushed me back inside and cleaned me off again.  It could have been worse – at least I didn’t roll in it.  Staying clean is the hardest part of being a show dog.

Well cutting things short because we go back to the show tomorrow and see if we can have a repeat of this.  Wish us luck.
rose-ruger-all-houndsd1We worked really hard and it was hot so when we got home we did a bunch of this.

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Later, dudes.

Changes

It was a rough week here at Cedarcroft pond – Aunt Lilly went to the Rainbow Bridge. lillydeck It’s a strange thing to lose a member of your pack.  Some of us searched for her about the house, some of us got a bit wigged out because the pecking order just had a big change.  It was hard for me, but not as bad as it was for Granny Mitzi and Auntie Elektra.  I hadn’t spent as much time with Lilly, and besides she would sometimes growl at me if I ran over her or jumped on the the cubby when she was inside.  The toughest thing is that mom and dad have been really sad, but they have worked super hard to keep our routine.  Feeding time is the weirdest, but mom has maintained the same feeding order as before which has helped Autie Elektra adjust better to the loss.  We are glad mom and dad are so patient and have given us a bit more smoochies and pats – we like that part.

We miss you Lilly and know we will see you again,
Ruger

Showing Off

This last weekend was hugely celebrated across America as a day of independence – for dogs it was all about the shows.  Mom took Rose (my dog mom) and I all the way down to Olympia for the Cascade Dachshund Club Specialty show.  That meant all Dachshunds all the time.  This was my second time staying in a hotel.  When we exited our room early Saturday morning to go potty, I saw this monster.

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I have no idea what it was, but it scared me enough that I had to voice loudly in defense of my little pack.  The blurriness is due to me trying to run from it while mom was taking the photo.  We spent most of our time waiting for our turn in the ring so we did a lot of this.

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When we weren’t doing this there was quiet time spent in our hotel room.  Rose mostly kept mom company on the bed.  While I kept busy on the sofa.

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Once on Sunday morning I almost made my escape with the end of the toilet paper.  My mistake was attempting to snag the lovely papery stuff while mom was standing in front of the bathroom mirror primping.  Needless to say I got busted so was unable to inflict much damage.

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All in all it was a pretty good weekend.  The judge on Sunday gave me second place out of 5 entries even though I was very naughty.  There aren’t any pictures from the show because mom was on the end of the leash.  We got lucky that mom’s friend Dee Dee Murry came by to watch and took some great shots and you may see some of those on our Cedarcroft blog later.  Well gotta run.  As usual, it’s dinner time.

Later,
Ruger

Flying High

You will notice as we go along here that I am conspicuously absent from this post.  Mom and dad went to the open house at Whidbey Naval Air Station and I stayed at home.  Mostly it was because of the heat of the day and security on the flight line – but they did share the pictures with me.
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Mostly they went to see this big guy – the new P8 that will be flying over our house regular by October.

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Here’s dad standing in front of the engine.  Way huge right?  They got to go on board and chat with the flight crew.  Very cool.

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They got to watch a helicopter rescue demonstration that started with all kinds of pink smoke, followed by a really brave sailor coming down from the helicopter, hooking up the guy on the ground and then flying off with both of them.  What a fun ride.

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Next they met this cool guy.  I was a bit jealous that Cicero (here with his handler) was allowed to attend.  But he works there – yup he has the coolest job in the world.  He’s a guard dog, trained to take down terrorists and bad guys.  He practices on another sailor dressed up like a giant squeaky toy and stops him from doing something bad.

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Mom and dad loved the dog demonstration then took a quick view of the evil looking growlers.  Intimidating, right?

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The only other dog allowed at the open house was this guy.  He didn’t have much to say but he looks sort of familiar.

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Well, I had my first big dog haircut over the weekend in preparation for our specialty dog show coming up on July 2-3.  If you happen to be in Olympia, WA we will be showing on the back lawn of the Red Lion.  It will be all Dachshunds all the time.

Later dudes,
Ruger

 

 

Tally-Ho

Hey, Ruger here.  We had a super hot weekend here a few days ago.  So of course, my people decided it would be a good time to participate in a Dachshund Field Trial.  That’s where the humans stand around beating the bushes with sticks to force the bunnies to run out.  Then two of us are placed on the scent line and have to track the rabbit.  This is the look I gave dad when he said “Find the bunny.”

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Basically the trial was for the field champions (Elektra & Cedar) and Hermione.  They took me along and entered me as the token boy – they never seem to have enough boys and you need 6 for a legal class.  Do you know what it’s like to be a token?  Mirriam-Webster says a token is:
– included in a group only to prevent criticism that people Dachshunds of a particular kind gender are being unfairly left out, or
– done or given as a token especially in partial fulfillment of an obligation or engagement.
I was under the impression I was more like The Highlander – “There can be only ONE!”  Oh well, rude awakening.  And BTW it was like show weekend all over.  Again I did a lot of this.

Because it was super hot (90+), mom and dad worked extra hard to keep us cool with chill wraps and lots of water.

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We had to cover mass quantities of ground in our search for bunnies.  Did you know that the Pacific Rim Institute is 175 acres.  That’s a lot of rabbit habitat and because of the heat, they were all in their hidey holes.  Lucky for me dad carried me in the front pack.

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By Sunday we were so hot and tired, we got to use the tractor to make noise so the bunnies would run out of the piles of brush.  It’s sort of like fishing with dynamite, only way safer and nobody gets hurt.

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In the end I guess I did pretty good for a 7.5 month old pup because I placed 5th on Saturday and 4th on Sunday.  Mom said she wasn’t sure if it was because I was doing a good job hunting or if the boys in my class were more clueless than I was.  Either way, I got some field points.  Yay!  Sorry the picture is so out of focus.  Mom was pretty excited.

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Well, gotta run get ready for dinner.
Later dudes.