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.

Dog Shows And Earthdog Testing

Hey, Ruger here.  The last 11 days have been sort of crazy.  It all started out with my first dog show.  I won my class 2 out of 4 days so not too bad.  By day 4 I’d had enough and our ring time wasn’t until 2:30PM so I was very naughty – my half-brother Baron won the other 2 days.  For those of you that think dog shows are exciting and glamorous, think again.  I did a bunch of this:

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And then some more of this:

ruger-crate2.1And then finally I got into the ring where we strutted our stuff.  That was fun, along with the treats, but then I got placed on the table where the judge not only looks at your teeth, but takes a feel of your tender manhood – that was less fun.  I met some interesting other breeds too.

wolfhound        G-pyreneesDon’t you wonder what these guys are thinking?  My wolfhound friend was actually kind of fun – we sniffed one another a bit – but that Great Pyrenees didn’t have much to say when we walked by his grooming area.

Dad had Elektra and Cedar up at an Earthdog test and they both got one pass each at the Senior level on the first day.  That was pretty cool, right?  So back home and it’s pretty much business as usual – mom and Rosie trained for the #Pawz5K and I got busy in the bathroom.  In my defense, I was unsupervised as mom was in the shower and dad wasn’t home.  There is nothing more fun than grabbing the end of that roll and trolling it out to a perfect length for shredding.  Mom said it was a pretty good job, but I have it on good authority that my dog mom, Rose, made it all the way down the hallway and out into the living room before anyone caught her.

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Dad did some impromptu pedicures during the week.  I had mine done last week, but you never know when you might be “the chosen one.”  Granny Mitzi never behaves well, so she gets the sock treatment.  At least they used a purple sock on her head – she likes purple.  But I was ever vigilant here hoping I wouldn’t be next.  Purple isn’t really my color.mitzi-sock

So Memorial Day weekend – that special time when we revere and remember those who have paid the ultimate price.  Before attending a special service at Bayview Cemetery, mom & dad took Cedar and Elektra to Hathor Farm for another earthdog test.  Auntie Elektra powered through the weekend, finishing her Senior title and nailing a Master pass as well.  She was totally on fire – at least that’s what mom said.  Here she is with dad and uncle Jerry who judged her class.

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Now here we are on Monday, mom gets us up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 so she and Rose can make it down to the #Pawz5K.  I guess they did alright in spite of mom’s injury, but I got stuck at home again doing this:
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While mom and Rose did this:

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Needless to say, I got even with this guy.  Auntie Elektra had already disemboweled him years ago, but the little bugger kept staring at me so I had to do something about it.  Mom’s worried about where the eyes went as she didn’t find them in the house, but it will be alright in the end.

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Later dudes, it’s dinner time.

“Let’s Do This”

Hey, Ruger here.  Last week mom decided she needed to finish painting the walls in the studio.  Apparentlypainting1ly the office is going to move out there, so no more working from the recliner.  Not sure if I like that yet.  Anyway, I told mom I would be happy to help.  I thought it was going to be so exciting.  Wandering about the room checking out the paint smells, elicited an anxious response.  Mom kept yelling to keep my tail away from the wet paint on the walls.  But in my defense, my tail hair isn’t that long and it’s almost the same color as the paint.  Anyway, I tried various locations in the spainting2tudio, to make sure I was in the best place to assist should mom need it.  This didn’t seem to be the right place.  I heard a rumor that it was bad luck to be under a ladder, but this worked out really well for me.  Nobody ever stepped on me and it was only an issue when the ladder had to be moved.  It was a hot day and the plastic on the floor was actually very cooling.  Don’t let anyone tell you painting is fun.  My mommy dog, Rose got bored way before I did.  She finally gave up and parked on the rug outside the door at the top of the ramp.  Made it hard for everyone else to get in and out, but mom thought that was alright as it kept the studio from getting too crowded.  In the end I decided to park under the scaffolding.

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Well, gotta run it’s dinner time.  See ya.

 

So You Want To Be A Show Dog

Hey, Ruger here.

Have you ever wondered about those dogs that prance around at the Westminster Dog show?  Apparently it’s a big deal to be a show dog.  Little did I know what I was in fruger-clippersor when we went forward with this.  First of all there is the grooming.  That’s what happens when you are born into an entire household of girls.  You get stuck with the pink clippers.  If the shaving of neck, paw and ear hair isn’t enough, there’s the bath that follows.  Stuck in a deep sink with nobody to pull yoruger-tubu out and have loads of water and froo froo soap poured on your beautiful manly fur.  You would think this look would get a small defenseless pup out of this predicament – it doesn’t work.

The hair dryer is the worst.  It’s like being stuck in the turbine testing hanger over at Whidbey Island Naval Air Station.  I tried to hide in the corner on a pile of dog towels, but mom found me.  Oh well.

The cool thing was I got to go with mom and Nana Kathy to a dog show over in Moses Lake after that.  I was too young to go in the ring, but I got thotelo see some of the most amazing dog species in the world.  Did you know they come in this big, 150lb, hairy variety.  It was sort of intimidating, but I prevailed, got lots of cool treats and had my first hotel experience.  Mom said I was good as gold.  Slept all night in my crate and never even barked at the noisy partiers that passed the door around 1:30AM.  That was probably from the hyper vigilance all day at the show – making sure I didn’t get stepped on by something way bigger than me.  Well the preparations continue for my first official show in May.  If you don’t have anything better to do, come watch us at the Lynden show May 20-23.  I actually had my last remaining baby tooth pulled a couple of days ago – it wasn’t going to come out on it’s own.

Well, I gotta run cause it’s dinner time.
See you later,
Ruger

 

When The Chips Are Down

Hey there, Ruger here.  A few weeks ago when mom said we were going for a chip, I figured she meant the crispy tasty kind that comes in a bag.  You know the kind I mean.  They crunch when you bite them and are fried in delicious oils.  Sometimes they even come in flavors like cheese or barbecue.  Mom loaded me, and granny Mitzi into theAHBTS car for our chip adventure.  I stayed really quiet in my crate, in order to make sure I would get as many chips as possible when the time came.  Big surprise, this place has no chips, at least not the kind I was looking forward to.

This is The Animal Hospital By The Sea in Langley, WA.  It looked super nice on the outside and I figured “what a cool place to get chips.”  The front room has all these shiney windows and comfy sofa seats.  All the people were so friendly.  That is until this happened.  Yup, that’s right, they put this weird thiYikesng on my nose.  It was for my own safety, so I wouldn’t jump around and it worked beautifully.  Then nice Dr. Jean took out this large syringe and needle.  Again, you know the kind.  The giant ones they use in all the Frankenstein monster and psycho people movies.  The “installation” went fine, but I’m still a bit put out that there were no chips of the eating variety – there was an obligatory cookie after so I took two.  The cool thing now is that if I ever get lost, that chip will help people get me back to my home, so I guess it’s all good.

Well, it’s about dinner time and I’ve been holding the sofa down all day so I’m super hungry.
See you later,
Ruger

 

 

 

October Surprise

Ruger-FaceSMHey, Ruger here.  It all started October 20th, 2015 in the back of an SUV.  Yup, that’s right I was born in the back of an SUV.  Mom and her friend Cathy delivered all 5 of us in the back of Cathy’s car in the parking lot at the vet’s.  Good thing too, because Rose (my dog mommy) needed some calcium and other stuff to help us come out.  We took forever, but it was worth it – or so I’m told.  If you look at the top of the page, that one with the orange ribbon – that’s me.  As you can see, I did most of the eating and was a moose by 5 weeks.  From left to right are Bailey, Augie, Autumn and Dash.  You can see more pictures of us here and feel free to follow my brother Dash’s blog here.  He’s on a trip to Arizona right now with his family.  Augie lives in Black Diamond, Bailey lives in West Seattle and Autumn lives in Charlo, MT.  Autumn will be coming back for a visit next month and will hang out for a bit as we train to be show dogs.  Well I have to run.  As you can see, I’m super busy helping mom with this post.

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