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.

Ooh Rah!

So here I am just hanging about, waiting for some action.

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As you can see, it’s been sort of boring around here.  Mom has been working super hard and dad is busy being retired – whatever that means.  Last Friday mom said, “Tessa’s coming this weekend.”  This was me wondering what that meant.

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When Hermione heard that she was on the lookout immediately and Cedar just spun in circles.

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Anyway, we were all excited when she finally came on Saturday.  We had loads of fun and got to give her many sloppy dog kisses.  What we didn’t know is that it will be her last visit for awhile.  Tessa leaves on Monday for Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island.  Mom and dad are super proud of her and we will all miss her very much.  So we all wish her well and say, “Ooh Rah, Tess.  You do us proud.”

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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.

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