Hello, dearest readers, and no, I am not addressing you as if you are a pair of glasses that improve eyesight. Speaking of such things, I am thinking mom is in need of a telescope these days to improve her eyesight or perhaps smaller feet; she is perhaps the clumsiest person I have ever seen. I will be lazing on the couch, hear a thud, and yell out…'what did you smash into now?' It could be the physics of how she is constructed. You see, as a dachshund, I am dynamically well constructed, sleek and low to the ground; mom on the other hand, is tall with canoes for feet!
While we are complaining about mom, let me make a point, she cheated this week! She was setting stuff up on the front porch, and I assumed we were going to have an afternoon party. Well, she brings out a paper plate filled with lovely dip-like stuff and places it on the porch table. I of course raise up to check out the flavors and mom yells…'Lenny! NO! Those are paints!!' Yep, selfish mom set up a porch party for one!! Okay, yes, the painting turned out rather lovely, but they have no nutritious value. 'What mom? You say they feed a person's soul? Well, mom, therein lies the problem…I am a dachshund!!!' Please forgive that interruption; she thinks she is my editor.
Mom found a flea crawling on me, immediately gave me a bath in oatmeal shampoo and as she was drying me with a towel, I asked her what made her think she had not given me fleas? I wish you guys could have seen the look on her face! More than that even, I wish you could have heard her reply…'Lenny, my love, there is a better chance I could have transferred my vegetarianism to you than fleas and it will be a cold summer day in Texas before that happens!' I really hate when mom is right!
As a dachshund, I don't even try to understand the human mind. To be honest, I do not have a fair example by which to judge. My perspective is very narrow. It is just me and mom, and I live a golden life of nothing but incredible care, hugs and tremendous love. There is absolutely no exaggeration when I say mom thinks about my welfare before she thinks about her own. Our house has protection gates, safety fences all around the porch, mom walks outside with me when I go out, she cooks my food, never forgets my meds or regular vet visits, brushes my teeth…it is amazing. Now, she does not expect all animal parents to emulate such behavior however, basic care and safety is essential. We do not want to hear, watch or see the aftermath of animal being run over by a car. Call us selfish, nosey, busy bodies or whatever, but we call the aftermath incredibly traumatic and upsetting!
We love you, dear ones! It seems the lazy, hot days of summer are truly here. I would like to wish all the dads out there a wonderful Father's Day! This one is a strange one for mom…June 15th was Father's Day in 1969, and it was the day her dad died. I plan to spend the day hugging her!! Have a great week!
Love, Lenny