<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767</id><updated>2012-01-03T13:01:37.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales From Daisy, Now I Get Top Billing!</title><subtitle type='html'>The long and short of the lives of us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2607419501465436272</id><published>2012-01-03T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:00:46.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Goodbye Too Soon</title><content type='html'>What happened. I miss Lady...now I miss Rowdy. Mom and Dad said Rowdy got sick. He didn't act sick, at first, then he didn't want to do anything. Mom and Dad took him to the vet who couldn't make a good diagnosis without putting him in the hospital (by himself). The vet said Rowdy would probably not make it. So Mom and Dad brought him home cause they didn't want him to die alone. So, just like Lady we all stayed together with him until he quietly passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad said they didn't want to get another dog for a while bu Amanda decided differently. She went to the animal shelter and got a little, and I mean little, dog for Mom and Dad as a Christmas present. She's not like me...we all think she is a chihuahua. Just another loud, yapping dog if you ask me. She is now about three months old. Guess I have to teach her the ropes now. I used to be the youngest, now I'm the oldest. But hey, that means I get top billing on this blog now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Rowdy, but this little kid named Ginger wants to play all the time and chew on everything. But I'm keeping an eye on her. Mom says maybe I'll get some exercise now since Ginger likes to run around the house. Finally someone who likes to play! But she's so little...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2607419501465436272?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2607419501465436272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2607419501465436272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2607419501465436272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2607419501465436272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2012/01/yet-another-goodbye-too-soon.html' title='Yet Another Goodbye Too Soon'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-5461430715300362811</id><published>2011-08-20T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:38:36.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot!</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowdy and I don't want to go outside today. Why? Well you just try to walk around the street with no shoes on. Yeah, it's hot outside. The reason we are so quiet is because we don't want to go out in the hot weather. Did you notice that even Rowdy only goes out when he has to really do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell all your friends that we dogs don't like to walk on hot pavement. It hurts our paws. The grass or ground is better. At least it is not so hot. Please also tell those humans( we use that term loosely) to please thing about their pets that live outside. Please make sure they have shade and plently of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also remember that in this Texas drought other creatures are trying to find &lt;br /&gt;food and water. So be careful that you don't get animals in the yard that might hurt you or us. I have heard that snakes are coming out of hiding and we don't want to be bitten by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad for letting us be house dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daisy and Rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-5461430715300362811?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/5461430715300362811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=5461430715300362811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5461430715300362811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5461430715300362811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2011/08/hot.html' title='Hot!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1205744781453789668</id><published>2010-05-09T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:50:10.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady's Thoughts from Above</title><content type='html'>As I pass from this life to the next, the one thing that keeps coming to my mind is that I thank God that he chose the family I had. I could not have had a better family to be a part of. I was never treated as a dog or even as a pet, but as an integral member of a wonderful family. Whatever situation that arose, if I wasn't welcomed, you weren't going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day that my "brother and sisters" came to get me. I saw the car come into the driveway. I was hiding. I was the runt of the litter. When I saw them come up to the porch, I told myself that is the family I want to live with and raced up to them. I was not gonna let the other puppies have a chance. Evidently they felt the same way because they didn't hesitate to pay for me and rush me home.And when I got there, my new Mom and Dad were waiting. I believe we mutually fell in love with each other right away. Thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being treated better than the human children. I know I was special. I had a special Sunday breakfast every week. I got treats for waking up, going to bed, and doing my business. I always had toys to play with, a special chair to lay in and a blanket for cover. I got to sleep with Mom and Dad every night in a real bed. Thanks Dad for letting me sleep against you every night. I always felt safe while sleeping. Thanks Mom for taking me out on walks even though I sometimes want to go. And thank you for always keeping my food and water bowls full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can admit to a few things now. Yes Amanda, it was me who go into your food stash. Candy, chips, and gum are pretty good. Amanda, you gave me my middle name: Lynn. When I heard Lady Lynn, I knew I was in trouble, but we always managed to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the worst day of my life. An intruder!! What the Hell is a Daisy? What the Hell were Mom and Dad thinking? Was I being replaced? Did I do something wrong? I got scared and jealous. I hated you Daisy, but then I realized I was getting older and they wanted me to show you the ropes. Sorry I didn't do too good a job. Best thing was you were very young and very wild. I could do things and you would get the blame. Sorry Daisy, I should have treated you better, it was nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowdy, little brother, I'm sorry we only got to spend 6 months together. You are a wonderful little dog, just like me and Daisy, you are an integral part of a wonderful family. I know you will have a great life with Mom and Dad. Please make them proud of you. And "little bro" it was very loving and thoughtful of you to let me spend eternity wrapped in your blanket. I will cherish it's warmth and your love. Thank you so much Rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many great memories to mention them all here. We had 13 years together and I cherish them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad, I want to express a special thank you to you. You let me go under my terms and with dignity. I will always cherish that last night together. Right after supper that last night, I went into a coma. You hugged me, petted me and thanked me for being a member of the family. I felt both Daisy and Rowdy touch my nose with theirs. Even in a coma I could still feel the love and the good-byes. You carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed with my blanket. During the night I passed on, all warm and comfortable, just like any other night. I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of you are sad and I have seen you shed tears for me. On one paw I am sad not to be with you, on the other paw I am glad to be here in Heaven. I work tirelessly each day helping God to prepare places for each and every member of my family. Yes, even you Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with the same thought I started with: Thank you God for the family you chose for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1205744781453789668?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1205744781453789668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1205744781453789668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1205744781453789668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1205744781453789668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladys-thoughts-from-above.html' title='Lady&apos;s Thoughts from Above'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-238406047451013464</id><published>2009-12-10T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:44:47.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the Three of Us??</title><content type='html'>Hey Lady, who is that little guy? He looks a lot like us but he's smaller and Mom says he's dappled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, that is who came to live with Daddy while we lived in Waco. What do you think? Shall we teach him some lessons? He thinks he rules the house now. He even get right in the middle of the bed on the pillows. Even you and I know better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Daisy, I guess you and I will just have to show him who's boss. Hey, kid, what's your name? Rowdy, did you say? Hum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh... don't look now but there is someone else here in the kitchen. There are two cages and, wait a minute...Those are rabbits! What the heck was Daddy thinking? Rabbits?? Why? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good the rabbits stay outside most of the time so they won't be here inside with us. We are not about to share a be with two rabbits!Right. Right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-238406047451013464?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/238406047451013464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=238406047451013464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/238406047451013464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/238406047451013464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-three-of-us.html' title='Just the Three of Us??'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1931636879191813690</id><published>2009-11-05T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:29:03.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No. It's not a Dog's Life</title><content type='html'>We just can't get any respect. First Mom takes us to Waco where there is Sammie, a dog bigger than us and a cat that sneezes at us. Oh yeah, did I mention that that same cat starts trouble between all us dogs and the runs away? And did you know that rats in cages are annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Daisy I know but Sammie is just trying to play with you! Ok, ok ---Sammie leave Daisy alone. Dumb dog. Wait a minute Daisy and Sammie are both dumb. I'm the smart one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going where? Ozona? What's that? A long car ride from Waco, huh... Ok. There are what there? Tow little boys? Two BIG dogs? No problem.Right Daisy?, Daisy? Hey! What the heck is that? What do you mean that's a dog? No it's not. Oh wait there are two of them. They are giants - no just labs. Pay attention we can train them, right Daisy? Daisy why are you barking? Oh I forgot Big Bad Daisy inside, Coward outside. Why are you hiding behind mom? Daisy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1931636879191813690?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1931636879191813690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1931636879191813690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1931636879191813690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1931636879191813690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-its-not-dogs-life.html' title='No. It&apos;s not a Dog&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-7928149711803327536</id><published>2009-07-10T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:03:09.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And So She Walks</title><content type='html'>Daisy is surely a street walker. Not in the way you would think...Yes Daisy, we will go walking down the street, but please remember you have business to do and you need to keep your mind on it. I don't care how many people are outside. Yes I know there are kids playing. This does not mean that they are going to stop what they are doing to run to see you. Just because you are a drama queen, you can't have your way all the time. So let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she walks down the street with me. Not exactly happy because I have to remind her of what she is there for and meet and greet is not it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-7928149711803327536?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/7928149711803327536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=7928149711803327536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7928149711803327536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7928149711803327536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-so-she-walks.html' title='And So She Walks'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-790713565872419382</id><published>2009-05-23T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:53:34.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Tried to Have a Sleep-over</title><content type='html'>Mom stayed up late last night. We kept trying to tell her we wanted to go to be, but she ignored us. How Rude! She was sitting on the back porch talking with Bobby. I sneaked into Traci's bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Man that is a tall bed. Lady would never have made it up there. Brad and Aryn were camped out in the living room. Aryn was curled up on the couch and Brad was on the floor with his pillow and blanket. That is where Lady went. She got under Brad's blanket and huddled with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Mom decided to go to bed (how dare you stay up so late!) she could not find Lady cause it was dark in the living room. I thought I had it made until Bobby found me in their bed. Nuts, foiled again! So he picked me up and told Mom, I found her (me).  Well, I thought I could get away with it, but I didn't.  Well we tried anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-790713565872419382?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/790713565872419382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=790713565872419382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/790713565872419382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/790713565872419382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-tried-to-have-sleep-over.html' title='We Tried to Have a Sleep-over'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1067802354169400935</id><published>2009-05-11T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:33:28.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Star is Born - so She Thinks</title><content type='html'>Jeez Daisy. Can you make it any more obvious that you think you are the "star"? Man, every time LeighAnn comes over here you have to jump into her lap and suck up to her! Oh and let's not talk about every time you go outside you think all the people outside should just naturally think you are special. Half those people don't even live here! Some of them are builders who are working on the new houses. Then there are the boys who live next door. And you wonder why they pay no attention to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you are going to get away with this forever. Afterall, LeighAnn has a cat! So there! Now leave me alone while I try to squeeze Sammie off the couch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1067802354169400935?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1067802354169400935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1067802354169400935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1067802354169400935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1067802354169400935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-is-born-so-she-thinks.html' title='A Star is Born - so She Thinks'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-8322091247566718240</id><published>2009-04-10T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:18:28.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have the Hang of This Now</title><content type='html'>Daisy and I have asserted ourselves into the house now. Sammy is a push over. She thinks she can outsmart us. Not a chance. Even the cats know better. On the other hand Mom decided to put our food in our room cause Sammy kept eating ours.On the other hand Mom has to keep our door shut so Sammy won't walk in and eat if we are not there. Of course we help ourselves to her food when she is not looking. That's ok, right? She is a lot bigger than us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-8322091247566718240?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/8322091247566718240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=8322091247566718240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8322091247566718240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8322091247566718240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-hang-of-this-now.html' title='We Have the Hang of This Now'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-7391001705669379235</id><published>2009-03-25T08:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:26:30.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are We Mom?</title><content type='html'>Daisy and I are living in a different place for a while. Mom says she does not know what we are going to do. Daddy decided that he and Mom should not be together so we all are now living with Traci's family near Waco. At least Mom is not crying anymore (at least that we have seen). But things are different here and we are all getting used to it. We do have a big back yard to play in with Sammy the part lab and two cats. Of course one of the cats is old and hides most of the time while the other one does what all cats do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-7391001705669379235?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/7391001705669379235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=7391001705669379235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7391001705669379235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7391001705669379235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-are-we-mom.html' title='Where are We Mom?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1612133641837118794</id><published>2009-02-10T11:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:11:59.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Do Now, Mom?</title><content type='html'>Yikes! Lady was sleeping in her chair as usual as Mom and I got ready to go for a walk. As we got near the front of the building we noticed Kayla, the pitbull, was outside too. She was at her front door with her Daddy. Suddenly she growled and lunged at me. Boy, I am not usually scared, but that really scared me. I clung close to Mom's leg. Kayla's Daddy didn't do much to stop her other than call her name. Mom was not at all happy and neither was I. I try to be nice to everyone here even Lucy who runs wildly around us. But now I am worried that Kayla will continue to get mean. Mom usually tries to make sure that we are far apart, but this time we didn't have a chance. I'm still a little worried. Guess we will just have to be really careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1612133641837118794?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1612133641837118794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1612133641837118794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1612133641837118794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1612133641837118794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-i-do-now-mom.html' title='What Do I Do Now, Mom?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-9163032803391280676</id><published>2009-01-27T11:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:00:31.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy, You've Got Some Splaining To Do</title><content type='html'>Lucy, Lucy, Lucy...didn't your mom notice the hole you dug? Lady and I sure did. You dug a hole right there next to your front door. And by the way would you please not knock us over when you race by! I'm tough but Lady is old and not happy when you do that. I heard your mom is not happy cause you have chewed through three leashes. Really? Why? Are those kids driving you nuts? We can certainly understand cause those kids drive Mom nuts when they are making all that noise on the patio. Come to think of it, so do you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your mom to get you more exercise. Mom says your mom needs to watch the "Dog Whisperer". She says she learned a lot from him. Maybe it would help you too. Hey quit your yelping! We're just trying to help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-9163032803391280676?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/9163032803391280676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=9163032803391280676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/9163032803391280676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/9163032803391280676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucy-youve-got-some-splaining-to-do.html' title='Lucy, You&apos;ve Got Some Splaining To Do'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3194611118300404693</id><published>2009-01-05T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:59:52.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad...</title><content type='html'>We were excited to learn of Amanda's puppy Rebel. But we will never get to meet him. Amanda adopted him from the ASPCA here in Houston when he was 8 weeks old. But Amanda soon discovered there was something very wrong. Poor little guy had to go to the vet because of some problems in his brain. Something was wrong with the fluid in the brain and spine. He would shake his head and cry. The vet examined him and said it was very bad and that he would have to have expensive surgery which would not even give him a good quality of life. So sadly the doctor had to put little Rebel to sleep. Poor little guy, we never got to meet him. He's in puppy heaven now. Bella is sad too. But the doctor said it was better cause he would not be in any more pain.We'll miss you Rebel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3194611118300404693?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3194611118300404693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3194611118300404693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3194611118300404693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3194611118300404693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-sad.html' title='So sad...'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1523599584780188863</id><published>2008-12-31T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:02:36.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Lady, do you know that it is New Year's eve again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, do I look like I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you could show some interest. Did you hear that Amanda got a new puppy? Another dachsund like us. He is only 8 weeks old and looks a little like Bella without the white dapple. His name is Rebel. Now Amanda has a real southern style pair of dogs. A Southern Bell and a Rebel boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, when they come over here I will give them the once over, till then don't bother me. And try to remember not to bark at the firecrackers going off tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah...I forgot about that. Guess I'll just go to bed with Mom.You know me, Lady, dig in and get under the covers. Tomorrow is another day and another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1523599584780188863?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1523599584780188863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1523599584780188863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1523599584780188863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1523599584780188863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6396192770958031777</id><published>2008-12-19T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:22:44.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy, Be Careful</title><content type='html'>The lady who keeps all those kids now has a dog. Did you know that Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I saw her. She is a pretty black and tan terrier mix. She is taller than we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, But Lady I worry about Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, Daisy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Pam, her Mom lets Lucy outside without a leash or even watching her. I'm worried she could get hurt. We don't really have yards here and there is a busy street next to where we are.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is less than a year old and loves to run and play. But she does not realize that she could run down one street like she tries to do with me when I walk with Mom. And that other street is really busy. It kind of scares me. That's why Mom won't let us near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Daisy, it is too bad that we can't tell Lucy that her mom needs to be more careful. I know that Lucy loves to run and play so I hope she stays safe. Too bad her mom won't walk with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6396192770958031777?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6396192770958031777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6396192770958031777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6396192770958031777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6396192770958031777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucy-be-careful.html' title='Lucy, Be Careful'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-5679257943415040008</id><published>2008-12-11T07:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:02:05.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want Me To Go Out, Now, Why?</title><content type='html'>Mom, it is cold outside. I don't really want to go out now. I can hold it, really I can. Now? Why? Why do I have to go now? Snow? What is snow? Ok, if you insist, I'll go out and see what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are outside and you wanted me to see this? No wonder Lady looked at us like we were crazy. She's right. It's cold out here and wet on my feet. Hey, what just landed on my head? No wait, what is that on my back? Mom! Snow? So, ok that is snow. Big deal. A snowman? What's a snowman. Oh good. Thanks for telling me that there is not enough snow to make a snowman or throw snowballs. I don't think I would like getting hit with a snowball, anyway. Can we go back inside now Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, hey Lady, quick, hide under your cover before Mom makes you go outside to see that snow! Too late! Yeah, I know, just humor her. I guess she thinks this snow must be something special. I'm going to go sneak upstairs and get in the bed. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-5679257943415040008?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/5679257943415040008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=5679257943415040008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5679257943415040008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5679257943415040008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-want-me-to-go-out-now-why.html' title='You Want Me To Go Out, Now, Why?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-7439217331910329684</id><published>2008-12-02T12:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:12:42.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are They Gone Now?</title><content type='html'>Hey, Lady, where did Skylar and Michael go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went home, Daisy. Finally I can get some sleep. Those two ran and ran and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lady, you are so boring. I had fun playing with them. And I know you loved Annie cuddling with you. You know you loved all the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Daisy. Traci trimmed my nails and I'm still mad. I hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha,Ha! Now you know why I like to walk in the street. You see how I don't have to have my nails trimmed that often cause Mom takes me for walks along the street. You won't go. You keep pulling back home cause you don't like to go walking. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Daisy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-7439217331910329684?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/7439217331910329684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=7439217331910329684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7439217331910329684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7439217331910329684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-they-gone-now.html' title='Are They Gone Now?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4258592505815573012</id><published>2008-10-30T09:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:34:56.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phooey</title><content type='html'>Lady and I are insulted. Annie had thought of having Thanksgiving at her house. They just bought a house and thought it would be nice to get everybody together. But we were not included. It seems that Jason does not want us in the house. Even Bella, Amanda's little one is not happy. We are good dogs and we do not tear up the house. But Jason will not allow us in his house. He doesnot like dogs inside. Well we say, why doesn't he try living outside all the time. So we won't be going to their house for Thanksgiving or any other time. Mom and Dad don't like to travel any way. They won't leave us with strangers either. Phooey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4258592505815573012?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4258592505815573012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4258592505815573012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4258592505815573012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4258592505815573012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/10/phooey.html' title='Phooey'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2850709497501711628</id><published>2008-10-07T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:39:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Raining Again?</title><content type='html'>Mom took Lady and me out earlier this morning. Now I know why. It rained again. And the electricity went off again, but not for long. I really don't like that after that hurricane. It really scared me. All night long, all that noise and rain. I don't think Lady and I will ever forget all that. At least we did not lose our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that a lot of people had to leave their homes around Galveston and east and southeast of Houston? Even though the people were told pets would be allowed to go with them if people had to evacuate. But some people still left them or stayed behind with their pets. The SPCA got together with some animal foster parents for stranded pets. Some were even sent to other states and towns. I hope they make it back to their families. Mom said that some of the pets have been abandoned or not picked up. So now these wonderful loving pets are looking for new homes. Lady and I hope that our human friends will help our animal friends out. We all need love and good homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2850709497501711628?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2850709497501711628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2850709497501711628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2850709497501711628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2850709497501711628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-raining-again.html' title='Is It Raining Again?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2768014884242360383</id><published>2008-08-26T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:54:20.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up?</title><content type='html'>Any body notice that it is hot outside? Lady and I are still fighting to get through the green stuff in the yard. I refuse to do my business there anymore. Too many itches. Mom can't wait till that stuff stops growing since they don't mow very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady has decided that she has to sit with Mom all the time now. What's up with that? And why does she stare at her all the time. I like to have my head scratched too. Lady sits next to Mom and just stares and stares...It is a little creepy. I wonder what she is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said that we are going to have company this week-end. Annie and Jason and their two boys will be here. Too bad Mom moved the tree in the living room. We had fun chasing those boys around and around the room. That fish tank has taken over the room. Of course I like to climb into the chair and watch the fish swim around. How come I can't catch them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Annie and her family leave we will later have a visit from Mom and Dad's friend Jan. They said something about going to the Houston Texans football game...Just make sure, Jan, that you keep your glass of wine close to me. Yum! What did you say, Mom? What do you mean bath? Friday, Lady and I are getting a bath? Nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2768014884242360383?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2768014884242360383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2768014884242360383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2768014884242360383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2768014884242360383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4111728120146144292</id><published>2008-08-06T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:11:13.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Edouard?</title><content type='html'>Uh, Mom? Do we really have to go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, keep quiet. If we just lay here in the chairs under the blankets maybe she won't notice. It is supposed to be a storm out there. I know I don't want to go out. On the other hand, I really gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that all the other animals are safe and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, you need to go sit in that chair in the corner and watch the fish that Daddy bought. Think you can catch them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4111728120146144292?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4111728120146144292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4111728120146144292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4111728120146144292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4111728120146144292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-is-edouard.html' title='Who is Edouard?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1359837887761322681</id><published>2008-07-17T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:29:03.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Daisy</title><content type='html'>Yawn, hey Mom where did you go? Daisy and I were comfortable in your chair with you. 'Sides you know Daisy isn't feeling well. How would you like to scratch all day and all night? Oh, you're back. What is that? Oh, that little pink pill. Not for me...right? Oh , it's for Daisy, so she can relax and stop scratching. Poor kid. This is actually one time I feel sorry for her. I hate all those high weeds that Daisy hates so much. I hope she feels better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1359837887761322681?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1359837887761322681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1359837887761322681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1359837887761322681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1359837887761322681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-daisy.html' title='Poor Daisy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6980988308493639648</id><published>2008-07-14T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:19:35.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy What is this?</title><content type='html'>Hey Daisy, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean, Lady? I did not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? So why is there a roll of toilet paper here under the bed? I crawled under here for some peace and quiet and I find this. What is Mom going to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, well Lady, maybe she won't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, you are nuts! Of course she will, now go put it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, you know I can't do that. I don't have thumbs so I can't pick it up and put it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Daisy, just wait till Mom comes in here. Oops too late...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6980988308493639648?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6980988308493639648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6980988308493639648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6980988308493639648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6980988308493639648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/07/daisy-what-is-this.html' title='Daisy What is this?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6655377022249435772</id><published>2008-06-17T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:14:12.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Life</title><content type='html'>Daisy and I were all happy last week cause Daddy was on vacation. That meant lots of lap time. I sat in the chair with him all day and night when he played poker on the computer. Even Daisy joined us. Of course that made it a little crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is too hot outside and the grass is too high. Daisy doesn't even want to walk in the grass. Why won't anyone come mow it? Daisy would rather walk down the street and do her business in the street than walk around our place. Me I just go out long enough to do what I gotta do and go back inside. And don't even let me near that pit bull. She always tries to take over our spots. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Daddy went back to work and now I have go back to being in my chair or begging Mom to pick me up so that I can sit with her. And why does Daisy always have to hog the chair with Mom? Every time I get in the chair with Mom Daisy has to jump up and sit on the arm of the chair or get a higher spot than me. I just like to sit by Mom while she drinks her coffee in the morning. I think Daisy has dominance issues since she always has to try to get higher than me. Of course Mom won't let her stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Mom, why is Daisy sitting on the stairs? She already went outside. Nah,nah Daisy, should have done your business when you had the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6655377022249435772?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6655377022249435772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6655377022249435772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6655377022249435772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6655377022249435772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-life.html' title='What a Life'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6494481860035325697</id><published>2008-05-27T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:47:08.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella</title><content type='html'>We had a visitor Sunday. Amanda has gotten a puppy. A puppy like us. She is a black and tan with a little bit of dappled white on her neck and side. She is 11 months old and loves to play. She and I had a great time playing and even crabby Lady played a little bit. Mom says she is glad we all got along so well. Boy were we pooped! Maybe one day Mom can get a picture of Bella to show everybody. Hint,hint, Mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6494481860035325697?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6494481860035325697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6494481860035325697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6494481860035325697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6494481860035325697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/05/bella.html' title='Bella'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-5504255717575093975</id><published>2008-05-07T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:25:16.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Doing With My Leash?</title><content type='html'>Mom wanted to take Daisy for her morning walk but could not find Daisy's leash. She kept asking me where is the leash. Do I look stupid. Why should I tell her where Daisy's leash is? Daisy can find it herself. After all she was the last one who had it, not me. Wait just a minute, Mom, why are you putting MY leash on Daisy. Please... How rude! That is my leash not hers! Wait come back here, I'll tell you where it it. Nuts! They left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leash is weird. I don't think I want to walk around with it. Mom has no idea where my leash is. All she has to do is to look at the back of the sofa. It's right there where she took it off last night. Why does she keep looking in all the wrong spots? Oh Boy she finally found it. Now I can go out with my leash instead of Lady's. I know she will be happy about that! Hey Lady!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Mom can wash my leash, now that she has found Daisy's leash? What? What does she mean I have to get over it. It is my leash that Daisy was wearing. Yes it is a big deal, I do not want Daisy to wear my leash. Does Mom not see the dirty look I gave her when she put my leash on Daisy. Isn't anything sacred?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-5504255717575093975?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/5504255717575093975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=5504255717575093975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5504255717575093975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5504255717575093975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-you-doing-with-my-leash.html' title='What Are You Doing With My Leash?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4492368356654267898</id><published>2008-04-22T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:07:56.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Face</title><content type='html'>Mom just read a story about using bananas to remove wrinkles. Aw come on Mom you don't need that. Lady and I think you are just fine. I do like to climb on you and sniff your face, though. And of course I have to check out Daddy too. Since he has a beard, I have to check what he has been eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, why would anyone want to smash a banana and smear it on their face? Of course, Lady and I would enjoy the chance to clean it off. Yum. Say what would you do with the rest of the banana? Give it to me, give it to me! I'm faster than Lady and I could clean your face quick!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to try this, Mom? What?, You don't think so?  Oh well, it sounded good to me. Right Lady? Wake up, Lady! Oh never mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4492368356654267898?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4492368356654267898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4492368356654267898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4492368356654267898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4492368356654267898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/04/yummy-face.html' title='Yummy Face'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2767263491627675410</id><published>2008-04-15T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:18:41.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty?</title><content type='html'>Psst! Hey Lady what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean Daisy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Daisy, you are the one Mom and Dad keep looking at like you did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, you are seeing things, go back to sleep. I did not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thinks you did, Daisy, fess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not do anything! Can I help it if I have an expressive face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!, leave me alone, Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, night Lady. Go back to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2767263491627675410?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2767263491627675410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2767263491627675410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2767263491627675410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2767263491627675410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/04/guilty.html' title='Guilty?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6939952834782014708</id><published>2008-03-24T09:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:08:25.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Lap Is Mine!</title><content type='html'>We are not amused.  I, as the Grand Dame of the house, must complain. Daddy now has a laptop computer. When he is home and in his chair, I like to sit beside him. Daisy likes to sit with Mom and I usually sit with Daddy. This weekend I had new competition. Man, I thought it was bad when Daisy moved in. Now Daddy has discovered that he can play on this laptop while he watches tv. So where am I supposed to sit? I like to put my chin on his leg when he is in the chair. Now that stupid laptop is in my way. Phooey! I sat there and looked at this thing. What's the deal here? I tried to lay my head on this thing. Daddy said I pushed the keys and wrote  on the computer while he was trying to play a game.  Daddy, you do still love me dont you? It is a little crowded here in the chair for the three of us. I guess there is one good thing- it is kind of warm. But I have to be still. That is not easy. I guess I will just have to learn to adjust. Maybe I will go crowd Mom and Daisy. That laptop had better learn I come first! Right Daddy!, Huh, huh, uh Daddy? Pay attention to me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6939952834782014708?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6939952834782014708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6939952834782014708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6939952834782014708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6939952834782014708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-lap-is-mine.html' title='That Lap Is Mine!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1480425949401285152</id><published>2008-03-12T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:27:07.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You See That?</title><content type='html'>Mom gets teary eyed everytime she sees the Pedigree dog food commercial with Echo sitting in the cage waiting to be adopted. That commercial is a real heart grabber. For several months it has been running. Yesterday she saw a new one. Echo is telling everybody that he has been adopted! Yipee! Wow, a commercial that actually did some good. Good luck, Echo!! Lady and I wish you have many happy years with your new family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1480425949401285152?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1480425949401285152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1480425949401285152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1480425949401285152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1480425949401285152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-you-see-that.html' title='Did You See That?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-5736719444469415253</id><published>2008-02-25T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:50:23.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! Look at Me!</title><content type='html'>Mom just doesn't get it. When we go outside I love to be seen! I expect everyone to look at me and think I am just adorable. Why wouldn't I?  Mom gets annoyed when I stop and look at the people walking by or the guys walking down the other street. Hey you guys are supposed to pay attention to me. I'm cute, right? Yeah, those other dogs in their houses are just jealous when I walk by. I hear them barking at me. Really these people outside just need to stop and notice me. What? What do you me I am conceited? Mom...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-5736719444469415253?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/5736719444469415253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=5736719444469415253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5736719444469415253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5736719444469415253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-look-at-me.html' title='Hey! Look at Me!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2147051374542283700</id><published>2008-02-14T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:03:57.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey How 'bout a Valentine for Us?</title><content type='html'>Some people really spend lots of money on their four-footed friends. Ahem, Mom, Dad? We know that Dad got Mom some candy-tow boxes. Guess he could not make up his mind. Nuts we can't have any! Oh, look at that little red bear, what do you mean can't have that? Ok, can we at least smell the tulips?  You gotta know that Uno got something for Valentines, right? After all he did get best in show. Mom said that a long haired daschund finished 2nd in the hound class. One day we'll be #1. But at least a good guy won. Not any of those silly dustmops or poodles. Mom hates the way they clip the poodles for shows. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least we have a good home and lots of love. Hoep you do too! Happy Valentines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2147051374542283700?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2147051374542283700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2147051374542283700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2147051374542283700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2147051374542283700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-how-bout-valentine-for-us.html' title='Hey How &apos;bout a Valentine for Us?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3478969906253635887</id><published>2008-01-31T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:18:44.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Play in the Water.</title><content type='html'>Lady, did you hear that noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Daisy, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you're no fun. Mom lets go outside and see. Yeah. What do you mean I can't go over there. We always walk around the grass at the fire station. Let me at least look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody standing around? Hey what is that truck doing? It looks like it hit the water pipes over there. Ok, ok, I know I can't go over there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Mom, can I go. They all left. Yeah! Now I can run over there to see. Wait where did all the water go? Nuts nothing to do. All that waiting for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Mom, lets walk down the street instead. What a relief. Ok, I have examined the area. We are ok now. What do you mean the water is off. Good I dont have to take a bath. What do you mean it will be back on soon. Man, they didn't even leave any water for me to jump into. All that fuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3478969906253635887?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3478969906253635887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3478969906253635887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3478969906253635887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3478969906253635887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/01/play-in-water_31.html' title='Play in the Water.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-5250213695270409646</id><published>2008-01-21T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:10:44.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold Mom</title><content type='html'>"You know Mom, it's cold outside." Funny how Lady and Daisy think of things. "Mom, don't you feel sorry for those dogs who have to stay outside? Lady and I think we should all take care of those poor fellas who have to stay outside. Somebody needs to be sure they are warm. Yeah, I know there are a lot of people whose dogs stay outside all the time. Not us of course?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad dont make us stay out side. Lady and I know some dogs like to stay outside. Personally I think they are nuts. But it is cold outside. We both hope that the humans out there will think about those pals who stay outside. Why don't ya let them in for a while? Remember we get cold too. We are glad we can stay inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-5250213695270409646?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/5250213695270409646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=5250213695270409646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5250213695270409646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5250213695270409646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-cold-mom.html' title='It&apos;s cold Mom'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2098772123794948559</id><published>2008-01-02T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:54:59.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aha, the House is Back to Normal</title><content type='html'>Finally it is quiet and we can sleep. Lady and I played hard over New Years. Well at least I did. Lady mainly just watched. I ran around and around with two of Mom's grandkids. We ran all over the living room. Those two boys sure like to run and chase me. Mom thought it was funny when they went to bed cause I was really,really tired. It's a lot of work keeping tabs on a 5 year old and a 3 year old kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself. I did not get nearly as scared as I did last year when all the fireworks were going off. I just barked enough to let them know that they were disturbing me. Lady barely even looked up. Even Mom and Dad noticed that we were not as scared this year. But I still did not like having to go out to do my business while all that stuff was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we have the house back! All nice and peacefull again. No yelling, screaching little boys. But they were kind of fun. Especially when they would throw me food. I think I will take the day off and snooze on Mom's bed. All to myself. Lady is downstairs in the chair. I am going to unmake the bed and get under the covers. Yawn...nite all. What do you mean it is morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2098772123794948559?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2098772123794948559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2098772123794948559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2098772123794948559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2098772123794948559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2008/01/aha-house-is-back-to-normal.html' title='Aha, the House is Back to Normal'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2953369882267240269</id><published>2007-12-27T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:26:22.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish??</title><content type='html'>Come here, Lady, hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want Daisy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at all those little things moving around and up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are fish, dummy! Mom and Dad bought an aquarium for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an aquarium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what that box thing is with water and all those orange, black, pink and stripped things.&lt;br /&gt;All those things going around and around are fish. Now can I go back to sleep now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well!, Excuse me Lady, I just asked! Maybe I will just sit here and watch them go around and around. Is that all they do?  Hum, what is the big deal. Mom and Dad can't pet them. Fish, phoey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2953369882267240269?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2953369882267240269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2953369882267240269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2953369882267240269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2953369882267240269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/12/fish.html' title='Fish??'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1132638613687817780</id><published>2007-12-14T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:55:42.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw Man, Again?</title><content type='html'>Mom, I am trying to tell you that these people are bothering me. You keep telling me to be quiet. What is a girl supposed to do? Don't tell me to be more like Lady cause she is quiet. It is not my fault that the new family across the walk are so noisy when they go in or out. They slam the door and talk loud. They are in and out all day. Why do they have to be so noisy? Why do they have to slam the door? You don't do that. The man leaves early in the morning and is quiet. The women and the kid are not. This morning one of them left to take the kid to school. Then she ended up standing outside yelling at the kid to hurry up. That's not my fault. Then the women come home for lunch at different times, in and out. I don't know why they have to talk so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep telling me to be quiet cause you dont want me barking all the time. I'm just trying to protect our home. I'm on alert to people around here. I know I disturb your work. But they disturb me. Keep it quiet over therpeople. Will ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1132638613687817780?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1132638613687817780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1132638613687817780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1132638613687817780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1132638613687817780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/12/aw-man-again.html' title='Aw Man, Again?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4052595083353492787</id><published>2007-12-01T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:55:26.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seperate Toys Mean Separate Rooms</title><content type='html'>Yawn..mmm good. Mom gave me a new little chew bone this morning. So what happened? Daisy grabbed it from me right out of my mouth! Boy was I made. She has her own big chew bone why does she want mine? Mom chased her all over the living room. I sat on the sofa seething with anger. See me snarl? Get her Mom, get her! Whew! Mom grabbed Daisy and pulled my bone out of her mouth. Just who do you think you are, Daisy! Finally, I got my bone back cause Mom took Daisy and her big bone upstairs. Now Daisy is whining and mad cause she wants to come back down stairs. She's just gonna have to wait till I finish my yummy bone treat. Shouldn't take me long. Umm got some nice meat taste in it.  I can't really chew on those bigger bones anymore. Why does Daisy always want what I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Daisy stratching at the door. Mom just went upstairs. Crab, I have to guard this! Ah ha, Mom has her on a leash,na,na... Yeah, get in the chair with Mom. That is right, you just stay there until I am through with this. I think I will chew slowly just to irritate you more. Put your head down like Mom told you Daisy! This is mine, all mine. Ah, now I finished.  Yum. Thanks Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4052595083353492787?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4052595083353492787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4052595083353492787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4052595083353492787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4052595083353492787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/12/seperate-toys-mean-separate-rooms.html' title='Seperate Toys Mean Separate Rooms'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2257436520458539845</id><published>2007-11-20T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:40:53.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Need Something to Chew On?</title><content type='html'>Daisy, what are you doing? Quit, you are bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it Lady, I gotta do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do it somewhere else, I'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Lady, watch this. Whee! See how far I can throw our bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, Mom will be mad, stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I will go bug Mom. Hey Mom, Mom pay attention. You won't let me chew on your big ball, you wont let me chew up the bed or my little ball. Can I chase Lady? What do you mean, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Lady. Hey what is that? Ob boy, Mom, Is it? is it? Yes. A chew bone! Yipee! Don't bother me now I am busy. ummm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, Now why didn't I think of that? uh, Mom, right behind the ear, yeah nice. just keep scratching. Who needs a chew bone. Ah that is the spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2257436520458539845?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2257436520458539845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2257436520458539845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2257436520458539845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2257436520458539845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-need-something-to-chew-on.html' title='Do You Need Something to Chew On?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-589792590180406352</id><published>2007-11-01T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:33:49.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Good Thing I'm on a Leash!</title><content type='html'>Some people have no class! Mom and I were walking down the street and a guy who lives near the end of the street drove by us. If I thought I could, I would tear off his tire! I'm mad! What gives this guy the right to come flying down the street like that? Big deal that you have a big red truck with loud mufflers! There is no reason for you to try to scare us on purpose! That is just wrong. Makes me want to poop in your yard. But Mom won't let me. Some people have a lot of nerve! We have just as much right to walk this street as you do to drive on it! You are not very nice. Most of the people on this street are nice. They stop and say hello. Some even pet me. When they are in their cars they wave as they go by. But not you! Think you are some kind of big shot, huh.  I know Mom won't let me go on your yard, but maybe I can sneak a drop of poop at the end of the drive way so you will have to roll over it.  You and your shiny red truck. I/m watching for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-589792590180406352?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/589792590180406352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=589792590180406352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/589792590180406352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/589792590180406352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-good-thing-im-on-leash.html' title='It&apos;s a Good Thing I&apos;m on a Leash!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3313843863749777824</id><published>2007-10-26T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:37:05.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! That'll Learn You!</title><content type='html'>Hey, Lady! You should have seen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, get this, Mom and I were walking around the back of the building. It was dark. Mom hates that, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Daisy, get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok,. So I am walking along looking for a good spot and sniffing around cause that cat has been lurking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, get to the point! I'm tired, I want to go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, You are so spoiled! Anyway, all of a sudden Mom and I look up and there is a german shepherd standing in the main yard. He looked up and saw us. When he did that he struck a mean pose. Then I, long brown brave dog barked at him. Guess what? He took off running like a scared deer!. Wow he ran off so fast and we lost sight of him so fast...I think he's still running. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you want, a medal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, shut up! Spoilsport!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3313843863749777824?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3313843863749777824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3313843863749777824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3313843863749777824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3313843863749777824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/10/ha-thatll-learn-you.html' title='Ha! That&apos;ll Learn You!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3714033508386678866</id><published>2007-10-17T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:57:33.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want Me To Do What?</title><content type='html'>Mom said you have to go out, Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a chance Lady, I won't go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It is just a little rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain? Are you kidding? I hear it. It is not just a little rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, don't make me... Ok. I'll stick my nose out of the door. Nope. I'm not going out in the rain. The water is over the top of the walkway. Things are floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, please don't make me go, I promise I won't pee on the carpet. What do you mean I have to go? Mom, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is a mess out here. How am I supposed to pee and poop in all this water? Just do it? Easy for you to say Mom, you are taller than me. And you have an unbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! Let me shake all this water off. Hey Lady, you're next. Yes you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha,Ha Lady , Mom made you go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Daisy. At least I don't take all day trying to find a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Lady. Want to share the blanket? No, fine then I'll curl up here by myself. Nice and warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3714033508386678866?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3714033508386678866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3714033508386678866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3714033508386678866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3714033508386678866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-want-me-to-do-what.html' title='You Want Me To Do What?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-271676341528590813</id><published>2007-10-08T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:52:55.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown on Brown</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how dark it is at night? Mom and Dad thought it would be great to have dark carpet when we all moved here. Trouble is they cant find us in the dark! On the other hand it could be bad for us. We could get stepped on cause they cant see us. But it fun to lie on the floor and not be seen. Oh, watch out here comes Dad better move. He never looks where he is going. Mom spend several minutes trying to find us last night. On top of that we kept moving. Ha, ha. Oops I dont think she thinks it is so funny. Me, I like being almost invisible. But then again Lady always thinks it is better to sit in the chair with Mom. Suck up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-271676341528590813?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/271676341528590813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=271676341528590813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/271676341528590813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/271676341528590813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/10/brown-on-brown.html' title='Brown on Brown'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-7735421481733033301</id><published>2007-10-01T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:00:14.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Where Did She Go?</title><content type='html'>Man, being the Grand Dame is hard sometimes. Lady is usually pestering me all the time. That is unless Mom has put clean sheets on and made the bed. Guess Daisy is upstairs. She tried to fight with me a couple of times this morning. I was not amused. I decided I wanted to go out on the patio. Mom opened the door. Then I decided to fool her and walk the other way. She would have none of that. She picked me up and put me out there. How rude. Then I decided I wanted back in. I stood there and no one even looked at me. "Hey, I want back in!" "I didn't say I wanted to stay out here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did that Crazy Daisy go. If she thinks I am going upstairs to look for her she is not going to be happy. Let me see, As I look around the room I dont see her. She is not in that chair, not that one. Crazy Daisy is never still. I'll be glad when she quits scratching all the time. Oh wait she came out from under the blanket cause Amanda came down stairs. Now she is trying to out cute me! Doesn't she know she cant out cute Me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-7735421481733033301?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/7735421481733033301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=7735421481733033301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7735421481733033301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7735421481733033301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-where-did-she-go.html' title='Now Where Did She Go?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-7276515950617190388</id><published>2007-09-05T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:06:37.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hunting Season</title><content type='html'>So What have you all been doing. I have been sleeping mostly. Imagine that! A Lady needs her beauty sleep. But Daisy and I have both discovered something new. Frog hunting. With all the rain around here, there are a lot of frogs and baby frogs hopping around. At night you can hear all the frogs calling each other. When Mom takes us outside at night we like to try to chase the frogs. Man there are a lot of very tiny frogs hopping around. Mom is afraid that she might step on one. Daisy really likes to try to catch them. There seem to be a lot of big frogs that have met untimely ends in the street. Squashed is probably a better word. But Daisy is happy to try to catch a little unsuspecting frog. Mom is not too happy with that idea. She doesn't want us to hurt them. But you should see Daisy trying to pounce on them. She jumps, they jump. Daisy jumps again only to discover the little frogs have jumped into the grass where she cant find them. Usually she gives up because Mom wants her to get her business done. I wonder what Daisy would do if she caught a frog? What would I do? I'll bet that they don't taste good, anyway. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-7276515950617190388?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/7276515950617190388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=7276515950617190388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7276515950617190388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7276515950617190388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-hunting-season.html' title='A New Hunting Season'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2701999342374816887</id><published>2007-08-24T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:34:25.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just What is That!</title><content type='html'>Uh, Mom? What is that? It keeps moving. Why are you sitting on it? Can I smell it? It smell funny. It looks like my ball, but it is giagantic! Yipes, it is coming for me. What do I do? Run or fight? Hum, if I push it with my nose it moves. I'll show it who is boss. Why is Lady laughing at me? Oh,crap, Mom pushed it at me. I'll show it my tough side, I'll bark at it. Nothing. I snort, then I yelp. No fair, Mom, dont push that thing at me. Ok, let's see. I can push it or I can bite it. Hum. What to do. Quit laughing Lady. For right now I think I'll stay over here and keep an eye on it.If it moves toward me, I'm outta here. Yeah, I can do this. Just stay a couple of feet away. I am in charge. Aw, Mom what did you do that for? What do you mean it is just an exercise ball. You're going to do what with it? That's ok, I'll just stay over here while you play with that big ball. Now if it moves into my territory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2701999342374816887?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2701999342374816887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2701999342374816887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2701999342374816887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2701999342374816887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-what-is-that.html' title='Just What is That!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6226447533318020379</id><published>2007-08-23T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:45:59.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, That's Better, yawn!</title><content type='html'>I feel better now. I haven't been scratching so as much lately. Mom got me some Benadryl last week. She and Dad and Lady got tired of me itching and scratching all the time. So Mom got the small dose of 25mg pills and cuts them in half. Of course I tried to spit them out at first, but Mom was too smart. The only problem for me was that they made me sleepy. I was taking them every other day and snoozed most of the day. I guess Lady was happy about that. But, Mom decided to give the pill to me at night. She is sneaky. She put that thing in a treat. How dumb for me. I thought it tasted good. Boy, was I fooled. I do feel better now. But I still don't want to go in the grass around our house. I'd rather go in the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6226447533318020379?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6226447533318020379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6226447533318020379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6226447533318020379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6226447533318020379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ah-thats-better-yawn.html' title='Ah, That&apos;s Better, yawn!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3326862465454777396</id><published>2007-08-14T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:06:27.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stair Master</title><content type='html'>Now I am in control. Noone can get past me. Not even Mom! Certainly not Daisy! I have blocked the stairs. I have picked a stair a little more than halfway up and have decided to lie here as the Stair Master. I can see all things below me and nothing gets past me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Lady, move over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you will try to get in my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, we both know that you will get up here and try to get on the step above me. You always want to be higher than I am. You do it to me when we sit with Mom and you are not going to do it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you're no fun, Lady. What was that noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy you dummy, that was Mom doing the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, ok, just as long as she doesn't want to wash me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that, Mom? What do you mean I have to move? I am guarding the house from my lofty position as Stair Master. Why do you have to come down stairs now? What's that? You are going to get Daisy to give her a bath? Run Daisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lady, that was close. I guess it's ok for you to be the Stair Master. But when do I get to be the Stair Master?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to ask, then you do not know when you will be qualified for the job! It takes years of practice and a keen eye for detail and a nose for news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw, it doesn't. You just got higher on the stairs than I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it, kid. I can push you off! Oh sorry, Mom, did you want to get by? I'll move. But don't let Daisy up here...please. I promise I'll be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3326862465454777396?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3326862465454777396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3326862465454777396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3326862465454777396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3326862465454777396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/08/stair-master.html' title='Stair Master'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2254680020116202875</id><published>2007-08-07T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:33:47.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Mom, I'm On Strike</title><content type='html'>It is bad enough that this week has been so hot but I refuse to do my stuff in the yard any more. You can't make me! You can pull me over to the grass but I will hop over it to a spot with no grass! Listen to me Mom. I would rather go in the street than go in the grass! I won't even walk in the grass strips between the parking lots. Have you noticed that I have it takes me a long time to find just the right place? I know you think I am crazy. Occasionally I will pee in the low grass, if it has been recently mowed. But I don't like it when you want me to walk through the yard. I know you saw those wasps flying around the grass. I know you have complained that the grass is always way too high for Lady and me. I know it is hot outside. I'll pee in the short grass by the door. Please don't be mad if I want to walk all the way down the street to do my other business. Ok, Love You, Mom, but I'm still on strike until they cut the yard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2254680020116202875?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2254680020116202875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2254680020116202875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2254680020116202875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2254680020116202875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-mom-im-on-strike.html' title='Sorry Mom, I&apos;m On Strike'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6642091579674056534</id><published>2007-07-24T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:41:10.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Baths and Sleep</title><content type='html'>Man I just dont know what to say about Daisy. Mom gave us baths yesterday. Do we feel good? Mom got so annoyed with Daisy cause she scratches all the time. I don't do that. Since the landlady waits so long to cut the grass who knows what lurks in it. A while back we got new flea collars. So we only have an occasional flea. Mom even changed the laundry detergent cause Daisy scratches so much. We have a nice shampoo with some kind of thing in it that makes our fur so soft. I feel good. But Daisy keeps scratching. I think maybe she is allergic to something in this house. I don't scratch like she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to like baths. But since I'm older now, that warm water sure feels good. Even Daisy has learned not to argue. I think she may even like it. But she'll never tell. Then of course after we were dry we climbed into the chair with Mom. I usually don't like to lie in Mom's arms lie a baby. Lady likes to do that. But I felt so relaxed. Daisy went to sleep beside Mom. Mom put me in her arms and rubbed my belly. Ah, that's the life. Wait a minute, I feel drowsy. I think I am going to sle z-z-z-z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6642091579674056534?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6642091579674056534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6642091579674056534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6642091579674056534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6642091579674056534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-baths-and-sleep.html' title='Ah, Baths and Sleep'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1003263702711389835</id><published>2007-07-17T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:20:47.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bed Again</title><content type='html'>Mom is going to be alone again this week. Dad had to go to Austin. He wont be back until Thursday or Friday. That means Lady and I have to entertain Mom. Lady will be spending a lot of time in Mom's lap and I will pull all my toys off the chair and bring them to Mom. That does not mean that I will play with then all but they will all be at Mom's feet. Maybe I can get her to throw the ball for me. Of course that may make Lady mad. But I keep trying to tell Lady that she needs to come down and play with me. She just growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Mom goes to bed we will take over the whole bed. We usually try to sneak in between Mom and Dad. Lady always sleeps on Daddy's arm. I like to get down under the covers by Mom's legs. Then she usually gets mad cause she cant turn over. Ha. Now at least for a few days we can take over the other side of the bed. I'll be bouncing around and going under the covers and messing up the pillows. Lady will have to wait in the chair for Mom to pick her up and put her on the bed. Lady used to have some stairs to use but we dont have enough room to use them here. Is it time to go to bed yet Mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1003263702711389835?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1003263702711389835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1003263702711389835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1003263702711389835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1003263702711389835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-bed-again.html' title='The Big Bed Again'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-5010138721774668317</id><published>2007-07-13T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:53:52.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lush?</title><content type='html'>Daisy is now known on Daddy's poker table as the Lush. Jan is always talking about how cute and friendly Daisy and I are. Well of course. Daisy thinks everyone in the immediate world should stop what they are doing and pay attention to her. I have to be the voice of reason. I try to make sure that Mom and Dad know I want to keep the interlopers at bay. Of course Daisy is the one with the mouth. She still barks at everything. Yeah, too bad she couldn't scare off those guys who broke into Daddy's truck. Oh well. How come Jan didn't give me a nickname? All she talks about is the Lush. I am so much more refined than that. Actually I'm just too lazy to get out of my chair to try to sneak a lap of wine. But I did get an idea the other day. I thought I would take a short cut from Daddy's chair to Mom's by walking across the table between the chairs. Mom would not let me though.  Come on Mom. Daisy's nickname is the lush, mine could be table walker. Right. Hey Mom. Come here and let me snuggle next to you. I promise I won't knock over your coffee or try to drink it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-5010138721774668317?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/5010138721774668317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=5010138721774668317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5010138721774668317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5010138721774668317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/07/lush.html' title='Lush?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-6447163489715070009</id><published>2007-07-06T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:17:27.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried to Tell You</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad are upset right now. When Dad went out to his truck to go to work this morning, he discovered that someone broke into his truck. They stole $1500 in equipment. Boy was he mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell them. I woke up in the middle of the night. I even got off the bed and went to the bedroom door and barked. I'm not sure but I think I heard those mean guys. Mom said she heard a noise too. I wish I could have stopped them. Now Dad is going to have to see if the boss will buy some new tools! Grrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-6447163489715070009?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/6447163489715070009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=6447163489715070009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6447163489715070009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/6447163489715070009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-tried-to-tell-you.html' title='I Tried to Tell You'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2755656920107696554</id><published>2007-07-03T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:00:03.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy and Jan and Wine</title><content type='html'>Last week Mom and Dad had a visitor. Jan is one of Dad's online poker friends. She lives near Washington DC. She came down for a few days. Well, Daisy, being Daisy, sucked up to Jan. It seems they have something in common. They both like wine. Me, I don't care for it. Whenever Jan would sit down with a glass of wine, there was Daisy. Jan would pet and hug her. Yeah that was nice, but Daisy had her own agenda. Wine! Daisy loves wine. That's why Mom does not leave her wine glass anywhere unguarded. I don't know how many times Mom has left her glass on the end table only to find Daisy slurping up the wine. Of course Daisy always looks so innocent. Jan soon discovered that she had to be on guard too. Daisy kept trying to sneek her nose under Jan's hand to get to the wine. It didn't take long for Jan to figure out what Daisy wanted. Daisy would look at Jan with those big brown eyes...sigh. At least I can take comfort in the fact that Daisy did not get any. Jan outsmarted her. I think Daisy is a lush at heart. Not me, that wine would put me to sleep...snore- Lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2755656920107696554?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2755656920107696554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2755656920107696554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2755656920107696554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2755656920107696554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/07/daisy-and-jan-and-wine.html' title='Daisy and Jan and Wine'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3889142780427266682</id><published>2007-06-12T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:15:39.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Mean, It's Not Summer, Yet?</title><content type='html'>Man I did not realize how hot it is out there. I got really tired and hot yesterday when Mom and I went for our afternoon walk. No wonder we did not walk that long. That pavement is hot. Of course I would have to be low to the ground which makes it feel hotter to me. Mom says this is too hot to be Spring. She is not real happy with the neighbors. They got a cute little rabbit for Easter. Why did I not notice him/her before? Now I just gotta go see it every time I go outside! They used to keep it on their patio. Mom said it would be better than rather than out in the heat and sun.I agree, they have a cardboard top on it but I guess that gets hot too. Maybe they dont want the mess on the patio. Mom got mad last night we went outside cause they had cleaned the cage and dumped the rabbit droppings in the middle of the area where everybody walks. They should have put that over by the fence or in a place where no on walks. After all Mom makes sure that Lady and I do our business away from where the other people walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wonder how how it will be today. Now I understand why Lady doesn't like to go outside in the afternoon. My little belly sure has been hot lately. It is tough of those of us who are so close to the ground. Think I'll just lay on my back under the ceiling fan in the living room. It's not even summer yet, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfs from Daisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3889142780427266682?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3889142780427266682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3889142780427266682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3889142780427266682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3889142780427266682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-do-you-mean-its-not-summer-yet.html' title='What Do You Mean, It&apos;s Not Summer, Yet?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-7440743356715826187</id><published>2007-06-06T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:56:47.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rabbit?</title><content type='html'>I was walking Mom yesterday afternoon when I discovered that the kids from the other side of the building were outside. They were all bouncing around. Hey, wai that's my job! Then I noticed they were playing with a rabbit. A rabbit? These kids have a rabbit. I thought something was funny last week when I saw a big pile of rabbit poop on the grass. I had seen a cage on their patio and knew that a critter was in the cage. Mom says she thinks they got it for Easter. So these kids were all over this little rabbit. I guess they were trying to treat it like a dog. Not like me cause I would not put up with those guys! Then they decided to move the cage which sat on the patio between two chairs. Where do they move it? They move it to the back of the building. I would hate to see a big dog run through the area cause a big dog would knock over that cage with no effort. Now Mom is a little worried about this little creature. Me I was a little scared when I first saw the cage. I almost stopped in my tracks. Mom almost ran into me. I wonder why those humans decided to put the rabbit back there. They put a cardboard top on it but it is still going to be hot outside. This is Texas after all. Me, I think they should have left the little guy on the patio in the shade. It already is hot. When Mom and I walk along the street I get really hot. At least I get to come  inside and lay on my back to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that little rabbit will be ok. Just because I was bred to be a hunter doesnt mean that I dont have feelings, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least Mom did get the rugs from the trash. She put the big one upstairs. Now we don't have to slide around when walking in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady said Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Later--Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-7440743356715826187?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/7440743356715826187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=7440743356715826187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7440743356715826187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7440743356715826187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/06/rabbit.html' title='A Rabbit?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4647687739929279750</id><published>2007-05-31T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:02:49.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Angel and the kids and the parents moved</title><content type='html'>Man, it is quiet here now. Our pit-mix neighbor Angel and her people finally moved. They are now on their way to Alaska. Why in the world would they go from Houston to Alaska. It's cold there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Angel. She used to get bored when she was left on the patio all day. Mom and I would go out for a walk and I'd see here there. So lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was talking with the Dad and the two kids last week. The little boy wanted her to take me off the leash so he could play with me. Sadly Mom told him that she could not let me off the leash cause "I would be gone so fast". Is she saying I would run? or that I am fast? You bet! So much to get into, but too close to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum the neighbors left a big pile of trash for their landlord to clean up. Mom spotted a could of little rugs and floor mats. Wonder if she will have the nerve to get them? They will just go to the landfill. Lady and I could use them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping she'll go get them for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later &lt;br /&gt;Daisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4647687739929279750?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4647687739929279750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4647687739929279750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4647687739929279750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4647687739929279750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-angel-and-kids-and-parents-moved.html' title='So, Angel and the kids and the parents moved'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3669525019889617986</id><published>2007-05-24T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:42:28.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Bird?</title><content type='html'>Hey Lady, have you noticed how quiet it has been? No yelling parrot when MoM washes the dishes or when Mom and Dad sit down to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Daisy, they gave the parrot away. Mom got tired of listening to all that noise. And he made such a mess all the time. It was ok when we had a house with a yard and covered patio. Astro liked to stay outside on the patio in the summer. This place is too small and there is no place for Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did he go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Amanda's friends wanted a parrot so that is where he went. The joke is on Astro tho- he go his beak clipped, his toes clipped and his wings clipped. That will teach him to be so noisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ok, say Lady, want to bark at the neighbor's dog? She's out on the patio again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, go away Daisy, you are bothering me. I'm watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going upstairs and wait for that dog to bark. I'll tell her a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3669525019889617986?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3669525019889617986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3669525019889617986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3669525019889617986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3669525019889617986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/05/wheres-bird.html' title='Where&apos;s the Bird?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1397169953230070527</id><published>2007-05-16T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:11:03.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, want'a play?</title><content type='html'>It's 3:00 in the morning. Why won't anyone play with me? The dog next door is on her patio barking and I'm wide awake. I've jumped off the bed, back on the bed and down again. Nobody wants to play. Not even Lady. Of course she never wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I finally got Mom up. She doesn't seem too happy. Just cause I was pulling my little bed all over the room. She picked it up off the floor and fussed at me. Hello, I want some attention here! What else can I do? Can't pull toilet paper off the roll cause the bathroom door is shut. Nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady is growling at me. She's pushed up close to Daddy. Mom is telling me to get back on the bed. I don't want to. I want to play. What can I get into? I can't reach my bed now cause Mom put it up. Grrr. No squeaky toys to play with. I see it up there on the dresser. Mom gives me that when she and Dad have to go out to the grocery store. Man, if I could just get that, I could wake up everybody! Oops, Mom almost caught me. Now if I can stay just out of reach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Mom will be getting any more sleep. Will she be in a good mood? Uh, guess I will just have to wait. Hey it's almost 5am now, can we get up now? Mom? Dad? Lady?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1397169953230070527?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1397169953230070527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1397169953230070527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1397169953230070527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1397169953230070527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-wanta-play.html' title='Hey, want&apos;a play?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4023289032467812184</id><published>2007-05-03T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:53:06.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Lady! Listen</title><content type='html'>Hey Lady, wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear that noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what about it? It's just somebody mowing the neighbors grass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No! Somebody is mowing ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope! Now we can go pee without having all those weeds above us. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Lady! Hey you know what I heard early this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know those mockingbirds across the street? You know the ones that are always out wheN Mom and I go walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to them sing and I heard something really weird. One of them finished his song by sounding like a truck backing up. You know, that beep, beep, beep sound those big truck make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is weird. I heard Mom telling Dad about that show on tv where a tropical bird was making the sound of a buzz saw cause he heard it all the time while the people were cutting down the trees. So one of the birds here is making a noise like humans use? That is weird. Maybe I need to pay more attention to what those birds are singing about. They didn't use to do that did they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Weird, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4023289032467812184?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4023289032467812184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4023289032467812184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4023289032467812184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4023289032467812184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-lady-listen.html' title='Hey Lady! Listen'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4902663847475200754</id><published>2007-04-20T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:37:04.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey Gone?</title><content type='html'>Well Lady and I saw this story about two neighbors fighting over a donkey. Fighting over a donkey? Hey, there are better things to fight over, try us. I know, I know people fight over dogs all the time. But come on, these people actually took each other to court. The donkey had to appear in court as a witness. What's the deal? One guy says the donkey is too noisy and leaves too much smelly mess.Ahem, this guy hasn't met our neighbors. That big pitbull, Kayla, leaves a big mess when she goes out. We can hear her bark. Then our neighbor across the walk now have a pitmix puppy. The owners like to leave him on the pation. He crys and whimpers cause he wants to be inside. Of course everytime I hear him I have to alert Mom (usually cause I want to go investigate). I have to remind Lady that we need to take charge of our area. We are the queens. Donkeys have nothing on us. Even if he did wear a flag around his neck. We are still cuter and we dont leave a big mess, most of the time. Then again, I still like to pull the toilet paper off the roll and pretend nothing happened as I sit in the chair with Mom. Let's see a donkey do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4902663847475200754?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4902663847475200754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4902663847475200754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4902663847475200754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4902663847475200754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/04/donkey-gone.html' title='Donkey Gone?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-2272015202922942911</id><published>2007-04-13T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:50:12.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Aspirin a Day</title><content type='html'>Hey Lady, Mom saw your trick. Mom gives you a baby aspirin everyday to help your old bones. Don't spit it out. Even I saw what you did. Dad usually puts in a piece of his breakfast sandwich and you don't even know it is there. But since he has been skipping breakfast he hasn't done it. So Mom has had to make you take it. I watched her put the aspirin in the back of your mouth. You chewed. Of course you didn't chew the pill. Then I saw you drop the pill by the side of Mom's chair. Did you really think she would not notice? Aha, she did see. Well guess what Lady, here comes Mom!Take your medicine, it will make you feel better. No, don't try to hide it again, especially the same place you just did. You are smarter than that! Open up and take your medicine like a good dog. Now that wasn't so bad was it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-2272015202922942911?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/2272015202922942911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=2272015202922942911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2272015202922942911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/2272015202922942911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/04/aspirin-day.html' title='An Aspirin a Day'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3241528935708629961</id><published>2007-04-02T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:55:39.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Took My Crackers?</title><content type='html'>Mom accidently dropped a package of peanut butter crackers on the floor in the kitchen. I guess she was busy and did not notice. Then I snuck in and grabbed them. Yesterday, I put them in my chair and pushed the blanket over them so nobody would see them. Yum, can't wait to rip into them and taste that peanut butter cheeze crackers. A whole six pack all to myself. No Lady, no Mom no Dad. Their mine, all mine! Wait a minute! Where are my crackers? I hid them here yesterday. Man, Mom must have found them! I was so looking forward to tearing into them. Yeah, I see that Mom took the blanket off Lady's chair too. Today is wash day. I guess she found my stash. Phooey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3241528935708629961?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3241528935708629961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3241528935708629961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3241528935708629961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3241528935708629961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-took-my-crackers.html' title='Who Took My Crackers?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4021591805075968977</id><published>2007-03-30T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:29:44.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is My Nose Yellow?</title><content type='html'>Why is Lady laughing at me? Mom and I went for a walk. I sniffed the flowers. I'd like to see Lady go for a walk. She won't walk five feet. So when I came back in, I had some yellow stuff on the tip of my nose. Those buttercup flowers were really pretty. I couldn't resist, so I stuck my nose in them to see what they smelled like.Anything wrong with that? So I'm curious. Hey Mom, bring me a mirror. So, there is some yellow stuff on my nose. Oh,oh- I think I'm going to sneeze! Ah choo! Where did the yellow stuff go? Mom, can I have a bath now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4021591805075968977?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4021591805075968977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4021591805075968977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4021591805075968977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4021591805075968977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-is-my-nose-yellow.html' title='Why Is My Nose Yellow?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-7264668723390817224</id><published>2007-03-27T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:55:11.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Look What We Found</title><content type='html'>Man, Dad was mad the other day cause he thought somebody stole his shoes and boots. Since he works in construction he gets his shoes muddy and messy sometimes. When there is a lot of rain, he sometimes has to wear boots at work to walk in the mud. He takes the muddy shoes and boots off at the front door and leaves them outside in the corner by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went outside to go to work the other day and his shoes and boots were gone! He had no shoes to wear to work! He was really mad because the boots were really expensive. He thought somebody had stolen them. That made Mom upset, too. He went back upstairs and dug out another pair of shoes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine our surprise when Mom and I were walking later that morning. I saw a brown lump in the grass by the firestation. Mom and I walked over and found one of the boots. Then Mom looked around and I did my best bloodhound imitation.  As Mom looked across the street we saw another couple of lumps in the grass behind a business. Mom took me back inside since I can't go across the busy street. She went back out and waited between the traffic to run across the street.  Wow! She found the lost shoes and boots! Guess they were not stolen by a human but by my little boyfriends. Mom was so happy she called Dad to tell him the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait till I see that poodle and the spaniel again. I'll give them a piece of my mind! Just call me Daisy the crime solver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-7264668723390817224?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/7264668723390817224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=7264668723390817224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7264668723390817224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/7264668723390817224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-look-what-we-found.html' title='Well, Look What We Found'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3070172354985289731</id><published>2007-03-22T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:23:57.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fun Here</title><content type='html'>Oh well, Mom is not letting us play outside too much. It doesn't bother Lady, but I want to go out and see the boys!. There's a cute brown spaniel and a black poodle that have come to court me, but Mom won't let me play. She's no fun! I stand at the door whining, but Mom says not until the boy dog leaves. Phooey! Of course I guess we don't need any extra dogs around here. I don't think I want to me a mother yet. But, Boy I want to play! Guess I'll just have to wait a couple of more weeks. Mom will be glad. Then we can go out and run again. Till then, no fun here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3070172354985289731?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3070172354985289731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3070172354985289731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3070172354985289731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3070172354985289731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-fun-here.html' title='No Fun Here'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4184688859445390596</id><published>2007-03-14T06:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T07:05:38.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kid</title><content type='html'>Mom and I went for our afternoon walk yesterday. I noticed some kids playing around some of the houses. "Hey, look at me," I thought.  Most of the time when I am walking around the people just ignore me. Humph. They just don't know what they are missing, right? So imagine my surprise when a little boy asked Mom if he could pet me. Mom said ok, so he rode his scooter over to us. That made me a little nervous. Me, nervous? But he was nice and petted me sweetly. Then his big sister came up. She had a rake with her but she put that down and petted me too. Boy, that was fun. As we walked back home I was bouncing and smiling. Too bad Lady won't walk down the street, she missed it all. Her loss, Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4184688859445390596?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4184688859445390596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4184688859445390596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4184688859445390596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4184688859445390596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/03/cute-kid.html' title='Cute Kid'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-5684256822431161548</id><published>2007-03-08T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:40:03.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Hard Work, Being Cute</title><content type='html'>Waht do you mean put it back? Do you know how hard I worked to get that big blanket off the couch?  Yeah, I know, Mom, you took the big blanket of the spare bed and put it downstairs on the sofa when it was cold. Work with me a minute here, Mom. I work hard to get your attention. It isn't easy being cute. It took a lot of effort to drag that blanket over in front of the tv. Do you think I do stuff like this to annoy you? Don't answer that. I just thought Dad would laugh at the fact that I could get that thing off the couch so easily. What did you think about my special touch? You know, the one where I put my green ball which I stole from Lady, right in front of it. Cute huh?  I keep telling you being cute is an art and I am an Artist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-5684256822431161548?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/5684256822431161548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=5684256822431161548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5684256822431161548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/5684256822431161548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-hard-work-being-cute.html' title='This is Hard Work, Being Cute'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-4459766200398644696</id><published>2007-03-07T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:34:19.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Special!</title><content type='html'>I'm so special, I don't understand why people don't want to run over and see me. When Mom walks me I always see people in the other yards or in the street. Hey, pay attention. I'm here! What do you mean so what. Don't you know how special I am? Then of course the robins and mockingbirds ignore me too. Phooey! Hey I just saw a squirrel- aw come on Mom, let's go get em! Did you see those two terriers? Why do they always have to bark at me. They don't seem to be too nice. They act like they are better than me. Humph! I see them sometimes while I am patroling the streets. There owner always seems to be upset that they want to run after me and bark at me. Wonder why? After all I am so special. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-4459766200398644696?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/4459766200398644696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=4459766200398644696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4459766200398644696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/4459766200398644696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-special.html' title='I&apos;m So Special!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-8365648038959332313</id><published>2007-02-28T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:41:08.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>Whike Mom was walking me this morning I met our new neighbor. A big black and white pit named Kayla. We sniffed noses. Didn't say anything cause our moms pulled us away so that we could go on with our business. Hum...man that fgirl is big and strong looking. But I'm tuff! I could take her, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-8365648038959332313?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/8365648038959332313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=8365648038959332313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8365648038959332313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8365648038959332313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/02/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-1338393255464166090</id><published>2007-02-23T07:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:53:47.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady, Why are You Growling at Me?</title><content type='html'>I'm just trying to have a little fun! Come on Lady! Man, every time I try to get her to play she growls and tries to chase me. She can't catch me cause I'm too fast. She always sits under the desk while Daddy plays poker. When I want to play she gets mad. She won't let me get near her. Of course I do try to headbutt her. Jeez Lady. Look at it this way-at least if you chase me, you'll get some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled a fast one on her this morning. Daddy had let Lady lick the plastic bowl he had his breakfast in. He tries to sneak her vitamin in there. I was still wearing my leash since I had just been outside. So I picked up my leash off the floor and walked around behind Lady. She didn't see me coming. Quickly I snuck up on her as she was licking the bowl. Ever so skillfully I grabbed the bowl and dashed away with it. Mom and Dad thought it was really funny. Lady just looked around as if to ask what happened. He he, man I'm good! Wait a minute, there is nothing left in the bowl! I did that sneaky move for nothing! Oh well, then Mom grabbed it away from me cause she didn't want me to chew on the plastic. Maybe next time I'll get a little food from that bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me Lady! Quit looking at me with such distain. Finders, keepers, at least till Mom grabbs it. Don't growl at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-1338393255464166090?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/1338393255464166090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=1338393255464166090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1338393255464166090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/1338393255464166090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/02/lady-why-are-you-growling-at-me.html' title='Lady, Why are You Growling at Me?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-593647594091717486</id><published>2007-02-15T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:04:37.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice and Warm</title><content type='html'>I love Mondays and Thursdays. That's when Mom does the laundry. She leaves the bedroom door open and I snuggle up either in the dirty clothes or in the bed. Since we live in a two story townhouse, the upstairs is always warmer than downstairs. Mom still cant figure out why there is a heating/ac vent in the laundry room so she leaves the door to it open. The laundry room is right across from the bedroom and it lets more heat in the room. Mom says it is the only time I don't pester her to go outside. I stay under all of the bed covers. Of course any other day Mom would have to remake the bed. Face it Mom, I gonna unmake the bed.Lady is too old to climb on the bed with me. She curls up in her chair.  I get the big bed all to myself. Some days it pays to be cute and agile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-593647594091717486?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/593647594091717486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=593647594091717486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/593647594091717486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/593647594091717486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/02/nice-and-warm.html' title='Nice and Warm'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-834312947089907072</id><published>2007-02-14T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:47:58.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! Got Some This Time!</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said I almost got some of Mom's toast? Well I was finally able to sneak up on Dad's daughter and swipe her muffin. Ha,Ha I got the whole thing! Grabbed it before she could take any action. Needless to say she was not happy. I thought it was funny. That bananna nut muffin sure tasted good. Guess Amanda will be more careful, now. The eyes of Daisy are upon her (food). He, he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smacking my lips,&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-834312947089907072?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/834312947089907072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=834312947089907072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/834312947089907072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/834312947089907072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/02/ha-got-some-this-time.html' title='Ha! Got Some This Time!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-3040597950567993654</id><published>2007-02-09T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:25:51.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Foiled Again</title><content type='html'>Man, I thought I had it made. Mom was sitting at the computer and eating toast too. That's a bad idea, right? Food and computers don't mix, right? Mom made some toast for her breakfast. She put one piece on the desktop as she ate the other one. I was so slick. Since the carpet is dark brown she didn't see or hear me as I snuck over to the desk.  I stood up and gingerly reached for the piece of toast. It was so inviting. I really thought I could grab it before she would see it. But, I guess she heard the toast sliding down cause she slammed her hand down on the toast. Drat! Missed again. Ha,ha, now she has to go wipe the butter off her hand. Sometimes she is just no fun!  She doesn't leave her wine glass where I can get it anymore. Last time she did, I tried to drink the whole thing. She caught me after I had gotten almost half the glass down.  I thought for sure that I would get away with the toast this time. Nuts! Foiled again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-3040597950567993654?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/3040597950567993654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=3040597950567993654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3040597950567993654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/3040597950567993654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/02/foiled-again.html' title='Foiled Again'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-8397176162477669499</id><published>2007-02-05T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:37:22.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a New Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CEti5xGFsUU/RcdA3fowRoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KMjXwhkMSoI/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028058831111865986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CEti5xGFsUU/RcdA3fowRoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KMjXwhkMSoI/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It finally quit raining and we can now walk around without getting muddy. Somebody moved into the townhouse in front of us. Mom and Dad are not happy about it. The guy has a large black and white pit bull. Neither the dog or the owner are very friendly. Mom says this place is not really good for a dog like that. We don't really have much of a yard and the inside of the house is small. Where is this dog going to exercise? One of Mom's neighbor's down the street (who thinks I'm cute, naturally) warned Mom last week about a mean dog way down the street. This dog attacked a woman and killed her dog.But the dog owner told the police they didn't have a dog. That's weird. So naturally Mom is a little unhappy about our new neighbor. After all I like everybody and want them to see and love on me. But that big dog doesn't seem to be friendly. Hopefully Mom and I will not have a run in with that dog. I don't think Lad will worry too much cause she doesn't go outside that much. Just when I was starting to have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do ya think? Dad took this picture yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-8397176162477669499?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/8397176162477669499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=8397176162477669499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8397176162477669499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8397176162477669499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-have-new-neighbor.html' title='We have a New Neighbor'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CEti5xGFsUU/RcdA3fowRoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KMjXwhkMSoI/s72-c/Picture+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-8482815853447054116</id><published>2007-01-22T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:03:27.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sneaky I almost Scare Myself</title><content type='html'>I'd rolling on the floor here cause I pulled a fast on Mom again. She was washing the poop (Mine?) off her shoe. I snuch into the bathroom and grabbed the toilet paper. Through the kitchen and into the livingroom I went. I almost got the whole floor. Then Mom discovered it. She spent a lot of time glaring at me while she tried (in vain) to re-roll the paper. LOL! I don't know why she doesn't think it is so funny. I did.  Of course Lady just rolled her eyes at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-8482815853447054116?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/8482815853447054116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=8482815853447054116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8482815853447054116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/8482815853447054116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-sneaky-i-almost-scare-myself.html' title='I&apos;m So Sneaky I almost Scare Myself'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116888432468614137</id><published>2007-01-15T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:06:35.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want Me To Do What?</title><content type='html'>Ok, Mom, I'm dancing here. Let's go out. Yikes! No wonder Lady is hiding under her blanket. Hey, Lady why didn't you tell me! Maybe I'd better rethink this going out every three or four hours and do like lady, hide! I know it was raining this morning when we first went out. Man, now it is really c-c-cold and nasty out there. What was I thinking? No wonder Mom is trying to get me to hurry. Man that rain is cold. Maybe I'll just stay upstairs and forget about my afternoon walks. What's sleet? Freezing rain? You mean I have to go out in it? What was I thinking? Not freezing yet? Are you kidding? Take me back inside. Mom, Now! I'll poop later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116888432468614137?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116888432468614137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116888432468614137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116888432468614137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116888432468614137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-want-me-to-do-what.html' title='You Want Me To Do What?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116862827773711811</id><published>2007-01-12T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:57:57.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confrontation</title><content type='html'>Daisy and Mom went for a walk the other night. Nothing spectacular about that, right? Not exactly! Daisy came face to face with a black cat. Just as I was when I was little, Daisy thought the cat would be someone to play with. No st Daisy. Let me tell you about the time I thought a cat would be a fun playmate. Ask  Mom about the emergency visit to the vet cause the cat did not want to play. In fact that cat swiped me right in the eye. The vet looked at my eye and told Mom that I had a scratched cornea. I had to take eye drops and they were not fun. Trust me Daisy, you do not want to play with that cat. He likes sitting in the window of his townhouse and then he likes to go outside at night. He does not like little dogs like us. Just be glad he didn't take a swing at you. I'm glad Mom pulled you away from him. Take it from me, Daisy, steet clear of that cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116862827773711811?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116862827773711811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116862827773711811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116862827773711811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116862827773711811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/01/confrontation.html' title='The Confrontation'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116826859452192112</id><published>2007-01-08T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T09:03:14.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Gone, Almost</title><content type='html'>What's the big deal? I slipped out of the house and ran down the sidewalk to the street? Mom and Dad tried to chase me but I stayed just out of reach. They were worried that I would run into the big street in front of the neighborhood. But I just ran down the street the houses are on. So what? There weren't any cars going by. I wouldn't let Mom and Dad get close. Then I saw one of the neighbors go out to his mailbox. I had to go see him. He's gotta think I'm cute, right? Nuts as soon as I got around the neighbor's feet Dad caught me! What's the big deal, I just wanted to run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady is too lazy to even try, he he. And Mom is still mad at "anonymous" who thought that she treats us like kids. He called me a freaking dog and that Mom was an idiot! Too bad we don't know who that person is, I'd like to tell him a few things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116826859452192112?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116826859452192112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116826859452192112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116826859452192112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116826859452192112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/01/dog-gone-almost.html' title='Dog Gone, Almost'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116775161543669371</id><published>2007-01-02T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:26:55.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Hear What I Hear?</title><content type='html'>Ok,Daisy, you can relax now. Mom says it is daylight Maybe there won't be so much noise tonight. You really need to learn to just get in the chair and forget about it. I know we are in a new place and there are a lot of noises that are new. Like every time the neighbor across the walk goes in or out or when the two kids are going out. They make a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had to hold you to keep you from barking. Just chill out. You'll get used to it. Humans do stupid things. Did you hear that car with the radio playing so loud? An don't forget all the fire trucks and ambulances that go by here. They are really loud,especially if you are outside when they go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breather Daisy, maybe there won't be so much noise tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116775161543669371?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116775161543669371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116775161543669371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116775161543669371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116775161543669371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-hear-what-i-hear.html' title='Do You Hear What I Hear?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116740501414858753</id><published>2006-12-29T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T09:10:14.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it New Years, Yet?</title><content type='html'>Ok, Lady and I have settled into our new digs. We have to be very, very quite. Every time the neighbor across the way comes home with their kids I'v got to be noisy and barky. Mom keeps telling me to be quiet. This place is a lot different from our house. I think Mom and Dad miss not having a house. And Lady and I miss our yard. h well. Apparently there was a "dry run" by somebody shooting fireworks last night. I got really upset. Daddy had to hold me in his lap. I don't look forward to New Year's Eve, it's too noisy. And Mom thinks I'm loud! And she keeps threatening to roast that stupid parrot "Astro". Talk about loud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116740501414858753?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116740501414858753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116740501414858753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116740501414858753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116740501414858753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-it-new-years-yet.html' title='Is it New Years, Yet?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116662837919138083</id><published>2006-12-20T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:26:19.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy, You Freaked Mom Out!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Mom and I were walking around the back "yard" while I was looking for a spot to do my business. As I sniffed for a good spot Mom just about had a heart attack cause Daisy came walking up to us! Mom had already taken her out earlier so she was really surprised to see Daisy. As wild and crazy as Daisy is, we think it is something of a small miracle that She found us instead of going in the other direction or into that busy street. Mom was really scared, but thankful that Daisy chose to find us instead. I hope that doesn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;As irritating as Daisy is none of us want her to get hurt. She really doesn't understand how dangerous the world out there is. Be careful Daisy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116662837919138083?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116662837919138083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116662837919138083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116662837919138083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116662837919138083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/12/daisy-you-freaked-mom-out.html' title='Daisy, You Freaked Mom Out!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116646567244788904</id><published>2006-12-18T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:14:32.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy, Santa Is Watching You!</title><content type='html'>Yawn, Daisy, why can't you be like me? Just be cool. Why do you have to get in so much trouble? You are stressing Mom out. Please behave. Watch me, I'm the Good Dog!Why do you make Mom take you out so often? You are getting on her nerve wanting to go out every hour. And that pacing back and forth is really irritating! Especially at night on this dark carpet!. You seem to stay in trouble! Mom has to always hurry to take you out cause you can't seem to wait. You make her mad cause you always have to make a mess somewhere. I know you can wait. What is your problem. You know you get a treat when you go do both your businesses. But you'd rather make her made. Be more like me, I go out first thing in the morning and get my stuff done. Then I go out later in the afternoon and before bed. I don't cause problems. You seem to want all the attention and if you dont get what you want immediately you make a mess. That doesn't make Mom happy, and she has Santa on speed-dial! What's with the pacing back and forth till you make Mom take you out. You don't need to pee every hour. Do you need to go to the dog doctor? I think you are just making excuses to make Mom take you out so you can watch every little thing that goes on. Hey kid, you aren't a puppy anymore. You can hold it, I know you can. I've seen you do it. Santa is watching you, you'd better straighten up or I'll tell on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more like me kid, after all I've been around a while. I know the ropes. Daisy watch me, learn, you'll get more hugs and treats if you are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116646567244788904?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116646567244788904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116646567244788904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116646567244788904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116646567244788904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/12/daisy-santa-is-watching-you.html' title='Daisy, Santa Is Watching You!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116619605934553031</id><published>2006-12-15T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:44:28.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up Lady?</title><content type='html'>Hey Lady why don't you want to play with me? Every time I want to play you start growling and chasing me. Could it be that you don't like me nipping you in the butt? I know you want your beauty sleep. You don't even want to walk around. Come on and play before Mom makes us be quiet. You need the exercise, so I'll let you chase me around the living room. Come on...please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's no fun. Guess I'll just have to go annoy Mom. Or maybe the kids next door. They thought I came from their Aunt Mary's house. They could not understand. Their Dad told Mom that they think all of us look alike since their Aunt has one like us. Humph, I am not their aunt's dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116619605934553031?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116619605934553031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116619605934553031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116619605934553031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116619605934553031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-up-lady.html' title='What&apos;s Up Lady?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116594114993604015</id><published>2006-12-12T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:32:41.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring</title><content type='html'>Hey Mom's been taking me for walks down the street in the new neighborhood. Boy, this is different, and a little scary. I found some big grates that water runs into but Mom says I must be careful so I don't fall into it. Who knew that garbage cans could be scary, too. There are a lot of cars and trucks going by one the street in front. Man they go fast. Last night Mom and Dad went upstairs to watch a wrecker get a truck out of the ditch. I kept looking at all the flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Lady, wanna go for a walk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you nuts! You'd go one way and I don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phooey Lady, you're not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of big yellow busses going around in the morning and afternoon. They annoy me. That is unless the little people get off and see me. They think I'm cute. Yes, I am! But those busses are noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. I see a spot of sun shining through the window. Time for me to get in the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116594114993604015?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116594114993604015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116594114993604015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116594114993604015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116594114993604015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/12/exploring.html' title='Exploring'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116550522578470630</id><published>2006-12-07T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:27:05.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>Hey, Lady watch out for the floor. The upstairs hall is slippery. Maybe Mom will get some kind of rug so we don't slide. Of course Mom thinks it's funny to watch us try to get traction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am miffed! Mom and Dad went to WalMart the other day and found a cute little outfit for Lady. A cute pink coat with Lady written on it. I think it was a "Lady and the Tramp" thing. What about me? How come there was no pretty Daisy flowered coat? hum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116550522578470630?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116550522578470630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116550522578470630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116550522578470630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116550522578470630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/12/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116541931066129707</id><published>2006-12-06T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:35:10.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place, New Smells, New Sights</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad finally got us all moved into the townhouse. Mom is currently complaining cause she cant fit all her kitchen stuff into the kitchen. Yeah, like she really cooks big meals! It's a really big change. Only two bedrooms and one small living room. They put in new carpet. Mom and Dad got to pick the color so they picked dark brown. Now they cant see us at night, he he. Can you spell trouble? Funny thing is that there is carpet in the living room and bedrooms but not in the upstairs hall. When we are in a hurry we end up sliding around the corner. Sorry Lady did not mean to run over you (yeah I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont have a fenced backyard so Mom has to keep us on a leash. She has also decided to walk me and Lady separately cause Lady is slow and I am really fast. But that one street is so busy it scares me. Mom wont let us near it. I do like walking down our neighborhood street. Gotta get my exercise! I saw a big statue of Scooby-doo on somebody's porch the other day. I almost thought it was real. Yesterday when we were coming back from our afternoon walk it was about the same time the school bus stopped to let some little kids off. Yeas, I charmed them! Lady missed it all, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be really quite since our house is part of a building with 4 townhouses. Mom doesnt want us to make too much noise. Me, be quiet? Not gonna happen. After all I am the noisy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfs to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116541931066129707?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116541931066129707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116541931066129707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116541931066129707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116541931066129707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-place-new-smells-new-sights.html' title='New Place, New Smells, New Sights'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116292046145974034</id><published>2006-11-07T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:27:41.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy, Hush!</title><content type='html'>Did you hear Mom say be quiet? Why are you sitting on the stairs barking? There is nobody at the front door or across the street and no cars in the street. What are you barking at? I know you think you are big and tough, but there is nothing out there that you need to bark at. Besides, don't stress out Mom! You don't need to keep up with everything. You don't write for the paper. Ok, you do help write this blog, but really Daisy? Listen to me, I know you were caught in the act of stealing the toilet paper last night. Mom saw you sneak upstairs and she caught you in midpull as you tried to run through the bedroom. Keep it quiet kid. I need my beauty sleep! After all, as the Grand Dame Lady, I out rank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116292046145974034?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116292046145974034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116292046145974034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116292046145974034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116292046145974034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/11/daisy-hush.html' title='Daisy, Hush!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116195730612979248</id><published>2006-10-27T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:55:06.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy, You are Really in the Doghouse!</title><content type='html'>Daisy,why can't you be good like me? Haven't I set a good example for you. Be cool and you'll get more goodies. But no, you don't listen to me. So Mom was mad when you shredded the toilet paper. Then you got in trouble when you tore the pad out of Dad's heating pad. Then there was the morning Mom washed the sheets on her bed. We've gotten used to you remaking, I mean unmaking the bed. You made her mad again when you tore a hole in the mattress pad. When Mom found that stuff all over the floor, she was not happy. Besides, I have seen her struggle to get that thing on the mattress. Why can't you be like me? How many times have you been fussed at for dragging your bed around the house? Well, you are really in the Doghouse now! I heard Mom fuss at you yesterday. You were not being good all day. Then last night,Dad discovered the latest thing you did. When he went into the bedroom to change clothes, he discovered you had not only pulled your bed out into the middle of the room, you broke the zipper on the cover. Then you took bites out of the soft foam pad in the bottom of the bed. You had no place to hide. The evidence was all over the floor. Trouble is, Daisy, you outsmarted yourself. Mom had to take the pillow out of your nice warm bed and put the rest of the bed in the closet. That nice,cozy bed may not be able to save. Even if Mom can fix the zipper, you will still get it open. Maybe Mom should just sew it up so you can't get in it! Of course then Mom can't unzip it and throw it in the wash. Well I hope you like that pillow. Daisy, why can't you be more like me? After all I am a Lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116195730612979248?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116195730612979248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116195730612979248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116195730612979248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116195730612979248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/10/daisy-you-are-really-in-doghouse.html' title='Daisy, You are Really in the Doghouse!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-116057719773757695</id><published>2006-10-11T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:33:17.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, Look at What I See!</title><content type='html'>Man, our back yard is strange looking. Mom and Dad's landlord sent somebody out to redo that torn up side of the fence. Mom is not too happy with the guy cause he is taking so long. I, on the other hand, am fascinated at what I can see in the neighbor's yard. Mom wont let me too close cause right now there is no fence at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited last night. I was sitting in the chair with Mom when I saw something hop on the floor. Great Brown Hunter that I am, I pounced! He hopped, I pounced again. I found an itty bitty frog! Whee. Then Mom had to spoil the chase. She caught it and tossed it back outside. She did the same thing the other day when she grabbed a little gecko from me. Sometimes she is no fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I'd better run. I just got busted-Mom discovered the trail of toilet paper downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfs&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-116057719773757695?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/116057719773757695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=116057719773757695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116057719773757695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/116057719773757695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-look-at-what-i-see.html' title='Wow, Look at What I See!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115946419964347227</id><published>2006-09-28T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:23:19.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Not a Throne, Daisy</title><content type='html'>Daisy, let me tell you something. You do not sit on a throne, trust me. Why do you insist on sitting on the left arm of Mom or Dad's recliners. Every time they sit down, you have to get up and sit on the left arm of the chair. Why? That is not a throne. Mom and Dad have already told you not to do that. They think you will fall off. And what's with the left side? Why do you always have to sit on that side. You go something against the right side? Why cant you just lie or sit in the chair like a normal dog, you know, like me. I have my special chair, with my special blanket. I get on the chair under the blanket and mind my own business. Why can't you? Just who do you think you are? Trust me Daisy. I'm the only Grand Dame in this house. You like in "The King and I" you can't sit higher than me! So get off the left are of the chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids! Well it's time for my nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115946419964347227?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115946419964347227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115946419964347227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115946419964347227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115946419964347227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/09/thats-not-throne-daisy.html' title='That&apos;s Not a Throne, Daisy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115867537818299171</id><published>2006-09-19T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:16:18.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I wasn't supposed to do that?</title><content type='html'>Man, Lady has been sneaking upstairs early every night. I guess she doesn't like the dew on her belly. Neither do I. But she's been sneaking off and getting in my bed. Then I get in hers, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess I goofed up yesterday. Last night Mom kept looking at me funny. She kept asking me if I was guilty of something. Who me? Why would you think that? Just because I was lying on the floor under the bar stool instead of in the chair? So Mom went up stairs and looked all over the place and couldn't find anything. That is until she went into the bathroom. She had put the toilet paper back on the holder. She took it off a long time ago because she got tired of me playing with it. Doesn't every good dog like to pull the toilet paper off the roll? So, Mom found my trick. She thought it was safe to put the toilet paper on the holder again. Boy, I fooled her! I pulled it off and left it all over the floor. And Lady thinks she is the only sneaky one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mom is not too happy. She did not like to have to re-roll the paper. Serves you right,Mom! What do you mean, I'm not supposed to do that? Yeah, I know Lady doesn't do stuff like that. But I'm not Lady! You're no fun, Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115867537818299171?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115867537818299171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115867537818299171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115867537818299171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115867537818299171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/09/oops-i-wasnt-supposed-to-do-that.html' title='Oops, I wasn&apos;t supposed to do that?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115816803128626638</id><published>2006-09-13T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:20:31.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Help Me, Mom is Driving Me Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was having fun bugging Mom. I was listening to a dog bark on tv,minding my own business. I know Mom says that is impossible!. Anyway, what does Mom do? She pulls her cell phone out of her pocket. I look at it and give it a good sniff over. Not bad, I think. Wonder what it tastes like? It is kinda hard. Hum... Suddenly Mom flips it open and I see this bright light. Weird. Then this noise, no wait, that is music. At least I think it is music. Oh No, Mom has Barry Manilow music on her phone! Yikes, let me bite it, no I'll bark at it. How annoying! She put the phone on the floor as the music to "Copa" played. Grrr. I tried to run away, but Mom let it follow me around. I started barking and running around and around. I can't get away from it! Now I know that Mom likes Barry Manilow but there is only so much "at the copa..." I can stand! Why me?! Shut up Lady, how come Mom doesn't torture you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115816803128626638?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115816803128626638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115816803128626638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115816803128626638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115816803128626638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/09/somebody-help-me-mom-is-driving-me.html' title='Somebody Help Me, Mom is Driving Me Crazy!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115799110404813328</id><published>2006-09-11T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:11:44.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>Daisy, you are too funny!. Those things on the ground are leaves. You run through them not away from them. They wont bite. I know some of them make a lot of noise, but they wont hurt you. I have run through many of them. So go ahead kid. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, have no desire to run, I'll just watch you make a fool of yourself. After all I am the Grand Dame of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115799110404813328?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115799110404813328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115799110404813328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115799110404813328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115799110404813328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/09/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115772682635652355</id><published>2006-09-08T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:47:06.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I Found!</title><content type='html'>So picture this. Mom and I are walking around the back yard the other night just before bedtime. I'm walking along the fence getting ready to do my job when I see something moving along the top of the fence. Wow, a possum! Can I get it, Mom? Mom did not think it was a good idea to chase it because this area where we live has had some birds and animals with rabies. But I really wanted to get it! It just stood there really still as I tried to jump up to see it. Then Mom picked up a stick and threw it at it. Then it ran off. Foiled again! Thanks a lot Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115772682635652355?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115772682635652355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115772682635652355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115772682635652355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115772682635652355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/09/guess-what-i-found.html' title='Guess What I Found!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115746862266698715</id><published>2006-09-05T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:32:25.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy and I get Serious</title><content type='html'>Daisy and I were saddened to learn of the death of Steve Irwin. Mom always enjoyed watching his shows. We just feel very lucky. We are loved and well treated. Unlike some of the animals in this world. One of the things that Steve Irwin tried to do was to bring awareness to the problems facing some of the different species in the world. He tried to show the humans that if something wasn't done soon, some wonderful creatures would vanish off the planet. As much as humans love us, they need to take better care of the earth. So many different creatures may be lost forever. Steve truly loved what he did.It must be nice to be a human who loves his work. Too many humans don't enjoy what they do for a living. We think the planet has lost a good friend. He will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115746862266698715?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115746862266698715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115746862266698715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115746862266698715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115746862266698715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/09/daisy-and-i-get-serious.html' title='Daisy and I get Serious'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115678247981196281</id><published>2006-08-28T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:27:59.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you going with that?</title><content type='html'>I really had everybody wondering what I was doing. What was I doing? I decided to move my bed. Is something wrong with my bed? No, it's nice and soft. I just decided I needed a change of scenery. So,one night I moved it under Mom and Dad's bed. Mom moved it back to the bathroom where it usually is. The next day while Dad was in the computer room, I dragged it in there. He thought I was nuts. Lady just looked at me. She didn't offer to help. That's ok, I can handle it. Then I thought I would move it downstairs. That didn't go so well. Almost made it till Mom came up the stairs. Whyd do you think I did it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115678247981196281?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115678247981196281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115678247981196281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115678247981196281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115678247981196281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-are-you-going-with-that.html' title='Where are you going with that?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115626416110339197</id><published>2006-08-22T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:29:21.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Again</title><content type='html'>Ha Ha, you got a bath, you got a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, spoke too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so funny, is it, Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we both got caught. Actually my old bones feel better. How about you, Daisy?&lt;br /&gt;Well at least we are both clean. Now if Mom would just let us outside so we can go roll in the grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now Mom has to clean the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, you are mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm learning from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115626416110339197?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115626416110339197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115626416110339197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115626416110339197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115626416110339197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/08/caught-again.html' title='Caught Again'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115617092865645405</id><published>2006-08-21T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:35:28.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy, Mom"s Gonna Be Mad!</title><content type='html'>Daisy, when are you going to learn to be cool, like me? Mom is really mad now! She was annoyed with you when you chewed on the boxes, but when you tore up Daddy's heating pad, ow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with you kid? Are you cutting more teeth? You are over a year old. Why are you making Mom and Dad mad? They were just begining to trust you. Mom is not going to let you have run of the house if you keep that up. Cool it, kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115617092865645405?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115617092865645405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115617092865645405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115617092865645405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115617092865645405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/08/daisy-moms-gonna-be-mad.html' title='Daisy, Mom&quot;s Gonna Be Mad!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30797767.post-115590818897142567</id><published>2006-08-18T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:36:28.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conversation</title><content type='html'>Don't tell Mom but I'm gonna try to get one of those birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, you'd better not. Mom will be really mad. Those birds are her pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, come on. I just want to chase them. Maybe catch a few feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look kid, do you see that thing hanging in the tree over there? That's a feeder. It had seed in it. Those birds you want to chase get food there. Mom likes to watch the doves, blue jays, sparrows, finches and wrens. And don't forget those red birds too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I bet I could catch them. I've been watching them flying. I can run really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how fast you think you can go, those birds will fool you. Besides, do you really want a mouth full of feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Lady, you're no fun. What's that red thing hanging in the other tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a hummingbird feeder. Don't even bother, you don't stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't have the birds? What about those butterflys? You know those ones that keep flying around the flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Fast as you are you won't get them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Miss Kow It All Lady, what can I chase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you could try to catch the squirrels. They always try to steal the bird seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's what I'll do! I'll go chase the squirrels. Mom would like that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure kid, just keep thinking you can catch those squirrels. I'm going to take a nap. Don't bother me any more, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30797767-115590818897142567?l=thedachshundduo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/feeds/115590818897142567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30797767&amp;postID=115590818897142567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115590818897142567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30797767/posts/default/115590818897142567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedachshundduo.blogspot.com/2006/08/conversation.html' title='The Conversation'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=jillmalitz&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
