Charlie Gets a Haircut

It's been quite a while since my last post. Too be honest things have been a bit hectic around here while life has settled down to a dull roar (if that makes any sense at all!). But now something exciting has happened and I have to share.

Charlie went to the groomer and had his first haircut! We were a bit nervous, because, being a doxie mix, he was a bit shy and wary of people. I called the groomer ahead of time and spoke with her, and she assured me that was ok, they were used to it, so off we went on our great adventure.

We arrived and Charlie shied away, having been to the Banfield Animal Hospital for shots not long before. He did NOT enjoy that at all, and the smell put him off. But being a good boy, with a bit of reassurance, he trotted into the PetSmart store with me on  his leash, just dragging a bit as we passed the vet's office. What a wonderful place it is! Dogs wandering around on leashes, pet 'parents' talking, and the groomers were really great. They talked quietly to him as I signed him in, and he touched noses with a couple of pups. He was interested in everything.

The woman put the short leash on him and we reassured him we would be back soon - I think that was his biggest fear, that he would be left there.

After running errands for a couple of hours, we returned and at first couldn't spot him, but then we saw this sleek, stylish black dog having his face and ears trimmed, and looked at each other remarking "Is that Charlie?" Sure enough, his ears perked up as he heard our voices.

Gone was the little fuzz-bucket that we had come to recognize as our dog. He looked like a pup - but one that we have never seen since his hair had always been long and wavy! His tail was still fuzzy and he looked like a fox. We had no idea he was so well-proportioned, or "handsome," as the lady said with a laugh when she greeted us. What a pleasant surprise. The pile of hair looked like another dog lying on the floor!

We wished we had done that before the trip we took to Sunset Park a couple of weeks ago. He was really warm wandering around the green spaces in the shade, looking at the ducks and sniffing every blade of grass. Good thing we had brought along some water for him to drink! He would have preferred to be sleek and handsome, I think.

 

So now, when we go to the park to visit the duck pond while he investigates every twig, blade of grass and new smell along the way, we will do so with a happy, perky pup in tow. And yes, we will be having him groomed as regularly as we can afford, now that we know how great he looks with his new 'do.' He sure seems proud of all the accolades and attention :) Happy National Pup's Day from the whole family.

               

Charlie Grows Up

Charlie Fuzzy Duck after  his bath 

 Isn't it funny how a dog can  make a home? in our second year of life with Charlie, it's unimaginable to envision ourselves without him. We have decided not to vacation for the time-being unless we can take him with  us. It's all part of dog ownership, especially when your furry friend decides you are the only family he wants.

Charlie's skittishness with other humans continues. We've figured it is partly because he is so BUSY outside, sniffing every leaf and blade of grass, and also because other humans don't have 4 legs so they are of no consequence. He permits other dogs to sniff him, standing very still until the introductions are made and then it's time for play!

Doxies possess 6 different personality traits:

1. Hunting and tracking
2. Digging
3. Born athletes
4. Being hams
5. Loyalty
6. Intelligence

Cocker Spaniels are:

• Loyal
• Intelligent
• Sociable
• Happy
• Loving

So what we have in Charlie is a sociable, loving, happy little man who enjoys playing, clowning around and who is endearingly loyal. Add intelligence to the mix and you can see why he's such a part of our family.

Most dog lovers will describe their breed as the best or the smartest. We would argue that doxies stand in a class all their own. I have previously owned poodle and poodle/terrier mixes and these breeds are also loyal, intelligent and sensitive. But a doxie is a dog that has to be experienced to be believed. Add in the warm and cuddly Cocker Spaniel into the mix and you have the "Docker," like Charlie.

We simply love this little guy, shedding or not. And he loves us. ls that not what it's all about? Can't wait to get Charlie a "pet" to love :) Probably another doxie, if we are lucky.

Relaxing after bath time

Charlie: A Dog for All Seasons

                                             

Relaxed before his bath

It's almost impossible to believe that Charlie has been with us for over a year now, but then again, it's difficult to imagine life without him, too! He loves being told he's a "good boy" and he really is!

And yes, dogs do learn new tricks:

• He's learned to be annoying in the kitchen: jumping up and banging the cupboard door when I am preparing dinner or snacks. 
• He's also learned that it's ok to sit with his head on my knee when I am eating something in the living room because he will eventually get either a left-over or the plate to lick if he is patient.    
• Charlie has discovered that if he pesters dad at the computer he will get picked up and can lie on dad's lap, but if he comes to me, he puts his head on my foot, noses me or stands with his paw on my knee, and once I pet him and tell him he's good, he happily goes to play.
• He's discovered the joy of all  his squeaky toys, especially when it comes to bedtime and squeaking like mad before he falls asleep.
• He's found out that it's comfy squashed between us in bed and giving me a kiss before falling asleep, but dad would rather have a loving look than a kiss, thank you very much :)    
• He's good at "riding shotgun" in the car with dad, loving the feel of the breeze as it rushes over his face, but then he also enjoys lying on the floor on the passenger side of the car when he's had enough of the wind. He also loves 'helping' to pick me up when dad gives me a ride home after work.
• He has an amazing sense of smell and can "truffle snout" his way around the entire outside of the apartment complex, ignoring everyone who says "Hi, Charlie" except Ashley.
• Things do smell just as good the second, third and fourth time you discover a scent!
• He enjoys walking at heel with mom and taking dad for walks with the longer leash. All that training finally paid off!
• He is very vigilant and careful when "walking mom" when it's dark outside, even going so far as to growl if he doesn't know someone. This is new!   
• He's found that this apartment is simply not big enough to hide all his rawhide chews. He has no idea why we laugh at him when he tries so hard to conceal a chew in his mouth before hiding it (it looks like tusks!).
• He's a playing machine! He loves tearing around the apartment like a loony pup,up and down and off the bed and couch and around again. Especially when mom's playing the "rawrrrr" game, chasing him until we're both panting.
• He and Munchie kiss when he goes outside and comes back in again (probably because Munchie knows he will get a treat) and they sometimes headbutt and kiss just because. Also new.

Consider getting your own furry forever friend through animal adoption or even consider fostering a pet if you have time and room to do so. You won't be sorry, but remember, a forever friend IS forever!

Wired for sound after his bath (but loving it)

Charlie: the not so big boy

The "baby"

Charlie is 2 now, a big boy, except when it comes to "Dad." He has taken to lying on Mike's lap when he's on the computer or watching TV. Suddenly the 'big dog' turns to mush (and so does Mike!)

Charlie likes nothing more than to lie on his back, nestled on your lap, and woe betide you if you want to move! He's learned that "Dad" sits still a lot longer than "Mom" does, so naturally, he sits and stares at Mike until he's picked up. With me, he snuggles in my yarn or with his head on my lap while I am crocheting, reading or watching TV. Sometimes he nestles at my feet until he has enough and clambers his way onto my lap to stare in my eyes until I pick him up and play with him. He loves it when Mike plays catch with him, or when I chase him around the apartment or we play "Where's Charlie" under the sheets. And he still loves to play "Catch the Cat" with Munchie, or when Munchie deigns to rub against him or be affectionate.

Who said dogs weren't adaptable?

He still continues to 'play strange' outside with folks he doesn't know well, while whining when he hears his favorite 'girl' or sees her little greyhound outside. Duchess whines and howls whenever she sees him too. Our "boy" seems to have found a 'girlfriend!' The good thing is, he's every dog's friend, even though many of his dog friends have moved. I've never figured why, although he plays strange, he has the habit of turning to run after the person he's just snubbed when they turn away!

His favorite foods seem to be peanut butter, cheese (hence Chuckie the Cheese Dog), bacon, sausages and chicken. He and Munchie don't vie for the same things (except chicken): Munchie prefers pasta sauce. Charlie is so/so about that. He doesn't get that many treats and sure doesn't eat much in the way of 'people food,' since he's been a dry dog food pup since we first got him.

He's showing the Doxie propensity for sniffing and stubbornness - I see how they may have been truffle dogs. I guess that comes from his  Cocker Spaniel side and their place in hunting. Sometimes I am amazed his sniffer still works! When he gets concentrated on a scent, he can be at the same spot for ten minutes if not prodded to move! Sheesh.

He loves riding in the car, too. Head out the window, ears flapping in the breeze, big smile on his face and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Then, he's all dog! When I am in the car, he sits on my lap with his chin on the edge of the car window, watching the world go by, perking up now and then and settling down again.

He and Munchie got their Easter treats too, though we stopped short of Easter baskets for them. They have their favorite store-bought treats that they get for being 'good,' generally after Charlie's done all the work and went outside. Munchie feels entitled too, cat that he is. And no, we haven't bought him any new clothes.

It's a small family but a good one. Everyone has their place and everyone is comfortable with their lot in life. Who could ask for more?

Charlie at peace on dad's lap

Charlie Gets Sick

Poor Charlie

Charlie got sick this weekend. We don't really know why: garbage gastritis (he tends to try scarf stuff from off the ground outside), too many treats (yep, we're sometimes guilty of this), giving him the wrong treats (there's one that makes him yucky if he gets it too often), sneaking something nasty from Munchie's litter box, a cold, a virus or just clearing out his system.

Dogs get sick. It's a fact of life that no matter how healthy your dog is, you will eventually face the fun and joy of diarrhea, vomiting or both. There is a reason the old saying is "sick as a dog!" The good thing is, the healthy dog rebounds with a cold wet nose, wagging tail and happy snuggles with relative speed. The problem is, it's  never fast enough when you feel slightly panicky that he's sick to begin with.

I woke up Saturday morning to (if you will excuse the expression) a huge pile of "puddin' poo" on the bathroom floor. Even when sick, Charlie sticks to laminate surfaces rather than the rug, thank goodness! I got up early because I knew he was not feeling good. He was trembling slightly when he was pressed up against me in bed, he was licking his lips and swallowing over and over and his nose wasn't the cold wet weapon of choice I normally feel on my arm or back. I couldn't believe he had 'done the deed' inside, but when he looked shifty-eyed and guilty and bowed to me, I knew it was his doing and immediate took him outside.

The nice thing about this complex is we all greet each other with pj pants on and Medusa hair. No one judges. I didn't even take the time to put on my glasses, just on with the leash and out with the Charlie. Good thing I did, because he proceeded to do it again, to a smaller degree, on the grass around the corner from our apartment. I praised him for waiting until he got outside, took him home and gave him a bath, cutting the wealth of hair from underneath his tail and on his bottom to make clean-up easier.

Have I mentioned yet how glamorous owning a dog can be? 

He enjoyed the bath, and after I dried him (and he scootched himself out around the living room) he settled down for a sleep. The only treat I gave him was a bit of cheese, which made him ecstatic.

Having had pups for years, I kind of have a game-plan when dogs are sick:

1. Cut out the extras. Just stick to bland food such as rice with a bit of meat and veggies or the regular dog food.
2. If you want to give a bit of a treat, cheese is a good binder and the favorite of most dogs.
3. Give your pup a bath. It calms them, cleans them and saves them cleaning up their own mess. Cut off the extra hair if you have a furry wonder like Charlie. It saves a lot of grief.
4. Don't give them any milk products (other than cheese) while they are down and under. It can affect their stomach and make them even more sick.
5. Cut back on the flavored rawhide or other goodies. The beef flavoring can actually make them sick to begin with if they have too many of this sort of treat and can exacerbate their vomiting or diarrhea.
6. Use bottled water. The problem could be in the water from the tap. This doesn't have to be a permanent thing, but in Spring, especially there can be bacteria in the water that affects your pup's tummy.
7. Check the grounds around your place to make sure there is no junk or cigarettes or anything else your pup can sink their teeth into and scarf down. I did the patrol after Charlie fell asleep.
8. Bring them outside a little more often, to encourage 'going'outside rather than inside. Pet them and praise them when they don't mess the carpet.
9. Let your pup sleep as long as he wants. Some may sleep the balance of the day and wake up feeling much better. Chances are, their tummy ache cut into their sleep the day or night before. Sometimes all any of us needs is a good sleep.
10. Start re-feeding slow and easy. No junk for a bit, a bare minimum of treats. If your pup is still sick after a couple of days, he may get dehydrated and you may want to consider a visit to the vet.

You sometimes forget just how much your pet means to you until they are 'under the weather.' It's easy to take their health for granted, and when they are young, it's difficult to imagine what life would be like without them. Both Mike and I pale at the thought of life without Charlie. Munchie is getting  up there - he's going to be 14 next month- but Charlie will only be 2 years old at that time, and somehow while you can make your peace with the impending possibility of losing an older pet, it's not to easy to consider losing your younger kid. 

The main problem isn't what you feed your dog, most of the time: it's what he ingests outside. I don't know why a cigarette or a piece of gristle by the BBQ may appeal to them, or a dried out piece of bagel or a wrapper. No one really understands a dog's taste. Try get what they snag off the ground out of their mouths right away. I know it's difficult - they clench their teeth and may even growl. If you put your finger at the open space at the back of their teeth (right at the back of their muzzle), their mouths will open (it's a reflex) and you may be able to scoop it out.

The same goes for the home. You may have left an elastic band or twist tie lying around, and in playing with it, dogs or cats have been known to ingest it. Don't give your dog potatoes, alcohol (you know this!), or chocolate. Be careful of house plants and wrappers. If they grab something off your plate, there's not much you can do, but do whatever you can to make home safe for them. And just like children, don't let strangers give them treats, since it may not be good for their diet.

Enjoy your pets when they are well and celebrate life with them, but remember that illness is part of life, too, and we've all taken on that responsibility when we adopted or purchased them. L'chaim!

Charlie's Christmas Day

As Christmas got closer and closer, Charlie got a little more excited. He knew something was up with all the wrapping of gifts, the sneaking around and hiding things and especially when we tried his reindeer collar and ears on for the first time. He even got to tolerate wearing them after a couple of false starts.

  

On Christmas Day,  his nose didn't stop twitching, sniffing ham in the oven. This time, when our buddy Pam came over, he only barked for a bit before recognizing her and settling down on her lap for a good old-fashioned petting. Imagine, 3 pairs of hands to pat him and rub his ears instead of 2! Could any little dog ask for anything more? Even he and Munchie achieved a Christmas truce!

His 'cute' look

He loved his new toys, especially the soft, fuzzy ones. He even got the idea of taking a few out of the stocking himself. I got the chance to wash his old toys (finally). He didn't much like that but he was occupied. He doesn't like squishy rubber or hard toys, he likes the ones that 'talk' or make music, the stuffy ones. I think that if Munchie doesn't go into his crinkly Santa bag soon, Charlie may end up peering out of it soon. 

His favorite new Santa toy to cuddle with and nibble on

We had the best Christmas with out little buddy. It's hard to imagine life without his little shiny eyes and big wet black nose. We can't imagine not having him insisting upon being cradled when we're watching TV, or his nose poking us for attention. It's tough to imagine not having him squished between us in bed or not laughing at his earnest expressions when he 'talks' to us and we answer him. We look forward to what is yet to  come.

Adopt a pet today, adopt a pet for life. You won't be sorry. Happy New Year!

Charlie and his 'dad' Mike

Charlie's First Holiday Season

Charlie's hopeful Turkey Look

We survived Thanksgiving with no damage to the turkey and no fights between the "kids." Charlie even proved, after the first five minutes of barking at our guest, that he could be a welcome host to our best friend. She was impressed at how closely he watched her and gauged her reaction before he approached her, allowing her to pet and talk to him. His ears moved back and forth as he listened to her voice. Obviously, we haven't had any guests other than maintenance since we adopted Charlie in March. We lead a quiet life.

Mike and Charlie, playing Scrabble at Thanksgiving

Putting up the Christmas tree had to be supervised by both 4-legged creatures, of course. Once set up, both animals seemed comfortable, with Munchie taking up residence on the tree skirt. Charlie didn't like that, but eventually he settled in another warm cozy spot and so far, fingers crossed, peace has reigned in our household.

                             

We look forward to buying gifts for our furry kids and taking pictures as they play with their new toys. Even though we can't believe it ourselves, we are actually considering buying a little elf costume or reindeer ears for Charlie. We don't dare try dress Munchie! Be prepared for more photos!

Last night, Munchie made the great escape from our first floor apartment, pushing out the screen in the window and slithering outside. I had an uneasy feeling when I hadn't seen him for an hour. I shook his cat food bag and called him, but he didn't answer. Shrugging on a jacket, I walked around the complex calling him. Halfway around, I heard Charlie barking frantically. I rushed home, catching a glimpse of white behind the air conditioning unit opposite our place. Charlie rushed back and forth, perched on his little set of stairs while I grabbed Munchie and frog-marched him home, muttering to myself about cat's nine lives and how he had used one by making me walk around, calling him like a fool. 

Once inside, the 'brothers' greeted each other with sniffs, a quick head-boop and brush by Munchie and then the usual yaps and hisses as they chased each other around the apartment. All was right with the world. And yes, I shut the windows.

Here's hoping that all is right and good with your world this Christmas, and that you and your furry children have a wonderful holiday with lots of love, laughter, turkey and quality time spent together. Merry Christmas, from our place to yours.

You Can Teach a Young Dog New Tricks

 You Can Teach A Young Dog New Tricks

Charlie and the Giant Fish that Mike bought him

Dachshunds are supposed to be notoriously stubborn and difficult to teach. Cocker Spaniels are intelligent and loving dogs. Charlie, a mix of both, is changing all the rules as he settles into domestic bliss in his home. Sure, he still pulls at the leash, but he also listens to verbal cues and definite non-verbal tugs on the leash when we have a different destination in mind. He also knows the meaning of "car-car ride" and "going to the mail box" or "let's go to the garbage," heading in the right direction without needing us to guide him. He's also learned to be a real clown.

Charlie has discovered that nothing is more fun than making us laugh. I have to admit that I often find myself chuckling and even chortling at his antics, which makes him so happy. Tongue out, he runs around the apartment, only to return and poke his nose at me to make me laugh again.

Guess who?

He's also found out that "Where's Charlie?" can be a great game to play when I am making the bed. He thinks he sneaks under the blanket without me seeing him (yeah, right) and then he wriggles around in delight, covered, until I say "Where's Charlie?" By the third repetition he can't contain himself anymore, looking more and more like a sand worm from Dune as he rears around, nose poked up, waiting for my "Peek-a-Boo!" as I uncover him. We don't get out much, ok? We need to make our own entertainment!

He's also turned into "Daddy's Little Boy" at the computer. It isn't enough to have his own chair by our computer chair - oh no! He complains until Mike takes him onto his lap while he's playing his games or fixing up his fantasy football or horse racing stats. I have often caught them with Charlie lolling on his back, tongue hanging out, while Mike absently pats his chest or stomach. He calls him "Good Luck Charlie" or "Bonus Charlie" when he hits a lucky slot play online. What characters! And me, the only girl in the house!

When we watch TV, he is often between us, soaking up attention. And forget my crocheting when  he wants to flop down on his back on my lap: he just clambers on up over yarn and project, staring me right in the face until I put it down and then he throws himself backward into the crook of my elbow for me to talk to him and cuddle with him. When we go to bed, who crawls into the valley we create? Sometimes I have to wonder who's training whom, and who's learning the new tricks, anyway, but I have to admit, for love and enduring entertainment value, there's nothing like a Charlie in the house! And, between you and me, it's given Munchkin a new lease on life. I actually caught him rubbing his head against Charlie the other day. It lasted a brief moment, until Charlie started chasing him again, but still.....

Charlie's Olympics

Charlie's Olympics

Dreaming of fame as he waits for the Wrestling or Reverse Chase Events?

With the end of the Olympics, it's become evident that we have had some Olympic-qualifying events going on in our home and we didn't even realize it. Here, in a humorous vein, are events or accomplishments that should be included in the next Games. Please take note <ahem>:

Munchie, his greatest competitor on the course

1. The Reverse Chase. Charlie begins the course with a taunting and teasing of Munchie, only to have Munchie finally begin to walk away in disgust. In a surprise move, he tugs on Munchie's tail which causes our cat to suddenly reverse direction and the chase in on! It's an epic course - over couches, under coffee tables, around toy obstacles, through Munchie's tunnel and into furniture (ouch) before things calm down. Ah, but once you think it's done, it's Charlie in pursuit of Munchie, who does the smart cat thing: He climbs his cat tree and sits there eating treats, smugly looking down on Charlie! The winner of the gold has yet to be determined. [This looks like the Steeplechase event, with the obstacles changing on a daily basis]
2. The Toy Throw. Charlie's favorite night-time game is to bring his favorite toy and place it ON your foot. He stands there, staring until you finally look down. Let the games begin! When you slide his toy on the floor, he slides after it, trying to get it before it hits a wall or the door. He brings it back, waiting patiently for you to do it again (if you don't respond, he pokes your bare leg with his wet little nose, or gently nibbles at you until you play the game). This continues until he finds another interest, hits the food bowl or plops down to go to sleep.
3. The Throw & Cuddle. This is a new event in our home. Charlie has begun to throw himself backwards onto the crook of your arm when you are seated on the couch, to have his belly rubbed and have you cuddle him. If you ignore him, he stands on your lap and stares you in the face, catching you with a quick tongue if you are not quick enough to escape. Munchie finds this disgusting, and gives it a "0", but who is he to judge, when he is the master of the Insistent Nudge?
4. The Insistent Nudge. This is Munchie's premier coup. When he wants attention he will either stand on the computer desk and nudge you, weave through your legs and nudge (or nip you) until you give him attention, or silently steal your seat and wait for you to make the "ACK" noise as you try to avoid sitting on him. He also has been known to emit a loud "MAAA!" to get your attention and attempt to make you levitate off the bed.
5. Running in Circles (aka Laps). When Charlie gets excited, I would challenge any Olympiad to match him for laps! Ears waving, eyes wild, tongue hanging out of his mouth, he runs in circles at the end of his tether until we either laugh so hard we have to sit down, or until he is done and plops on the ground. Sometimes a team event with his friends Abby or Duchess. He prefers this because the leashes get tangled and he may have the opportunity to escape.
6. Hurdles. Charlie can leap over or onto pretty much everything in the house, except the cat tree. He is still in training. His forte: Levitation for 5 or more feet as he jumps from the foot of the bed in pursuit of Munchie (often followed by the Reverse Chase). His downfall: Crashing into Mom's legs with an oomph when he's looking behind himself instead of looking where he's going! His triumph: This doesn't stop him at all as he changes course and chases Munchie.
7. The Bark and Talk. While other dogs rush the window to bark, when Charlie is shushed, he is working at dialogue with his humans. He "talks" with different pitches   and sounds to get his meaning across, and has been known to stealthily creep across the floor to poke his nose through a window slat before emitting a loud "BARK" that reaches approximately 2 decibels. Often followed by Hurdles as Charlie tries his own Great Escape. I wonder how he would do on that TV show??
8. The Sneaky Tongue. We never know how long Charlie's tongue was until we witnessed him standing on the floor, trying to sneak his tongue sideways into our dinner plate one evening. This may not be an Olympic Event, but it's worthy of any spy - a real covert affair. Maxwell Smart, eat your heart out!
9. The Tail Chase. This event has only occurred once or twice since we adopted Charlie, but it is worthy of any greyhound or horse racing event. When he chases his tail, his solid little dachsie body contorts to resemble a doughnut as he spins, first slowly then ever so quickly to catch that elusive tail. He caught it once...and had no idea what to do with it! I can only imagine that many dogs would enjoy competing in this event. He is currently training with Munchie by use of The Reverse Chase.
10. Wrestling. His favorite Olympic Event. He waits for you to catch him on the bed, and flips over to wrap his paws around your arm. Emitting sounds (much like a bear) he wrestles you for possession of your limbs. When you flip him over and press him down again, he loves nothing more than to take your hand in his mouth and suck on it. Well, maybe that's not the best idea for an Olympic event, but he sure loves it! Also takes place on the couch, the floor, the chair....

Charlie the Champion at rest (or is he just waiting for the next Throw & Cuddle?)

Charlie's Split Personality Problem

Charlie in "Play" mode

Lately, we've been noticing a change in Charlie's personality. He's beginning to shy away from some people, even folks he previously greeted with enthusiasm. In discussing this with other dog parents in our community, we  reluctantly agree that he is growing up. He still happily greets his favorite people, especially the dog-owners he got to know and love when we first adopted him, but he won't approach strangers or people he fails to recognize. And he won't go to anyone who has anything in their hands.

Not unlike babies. who enthusiastically gurgle and goo, smiling at everyone they see when they are infants, once they reach 18 months of age or so, most "play shy," recognizing individual features and faces. I think Charlie has reached that stage of development.


When we adopted him, he was so starved for affection that he loved everyone. He rushed to greet the world with wagging tail and a big smile. Now, he realizes where home is, he recognizes us as his family, and things have changed. He's not fearful, just wary. And being part dachsie, he is also very, very stubborn. You can't FORCE him to like someone, or to go against his grain and even accept their pats. Really, you shouldn't force a pet to go against their instincts like that because they may even bite or snarl, and we don't want to start that reaction.


As our neighbor said, maybe it's a good thing in some ways. You don't want him to go to just anyone. I still have to figure out how, but I guess that there is his safety factor to consider. So I suppose the "running away to join the circus" or whatever is now out of the picture.


He and Munchie are now closer, too. At least as close as protagonist-friends can be. Charlie gets so excited when Munchie goes by, and Munchie waits for his playful attack. If Charlie makes a move and Munchie doesn't react, then Charlie will even go so far as to tug at Munchie's tail! THEN he gets his reaction and cat and dog are chasing each other around the apartment. He darts, he teases, and Munchie watches, tail swinging. Then, once the opportunity presents itself, Munchie swipes at Charlie and the chase is on! They are even sleeping in the same bed occasionally, which is a true miracle that we never thought we would see.

Charlie's also starting to vocalize a lot more. I don't mean bark, I mean "rawr rawr" with definite intonations, like he is trying to talk to us! It's really obvious, especially when we are on the computer and he is on "his" chair beside us. Maybe he wants to get onto Facebook to chat with Buster or Chewie, or maybe he just wants our undivided attention, but whatever the case, quite often it's followed by nibbly ticklish pokes to my legs or Mike's ankles. That gets him his attention! He also "talks" to Munchie a lot. Munchie has lately taken to answering with small growls and yowls of his own. The place is like a zoo sometimes: yapping and yowling, bodies flying across the floor. We wouldn't have it any other way.

I have read that Dachsie's are tenacious, stubborn, insistent canines, and I can't argue with that. But if Charlie is any indication, he's also strong, independent, loving and very affectionate. With that comes a strong protective instinct. 

He's still the best "investment" we ever made, and any love we give him is returned tenfold. Once again, all I can do is urge you to visit your latest shelter and adopt a little chatty friend of your own. Life is sure never dull in our household, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

Note: Our pet daddy friend, Buster's owner, laughed when I told him about the vocalizing: he said maybe Charlie would be the type to "sing" and play the keyboard. Dang, I knew there was a reason I wanted a stool for my keyboard! America's Got Talent, here we come!

Life Lessons Learned from a Little Dog

There are many things that are impossible to comprehend unless you have experienced the love and devotion of a dog. When non-dog lovers look at our furry little friends, many of them see is a lot of work or ties that keep you from doing what you want to do. A restriction on freedom.

Nothing could be further than the truth!

There is so much we can learn from our pets. We have learned these and more life lessons from our little Charlie, just by watching him and experiencing his unconditional love:

1. It's ok to be silly. Playing with Charlie: chasing him around the house, tussling with him with his favorite toys, playing fetch or even taking him for a walk, allows us brief moments of pure joy and silliness. And it feels great!
2. Sharing is caring. When Charlie places his little bone in our shoes, he is showing us how much he loves us. When Charlie brings us one of his toys, and looks up at us with bright shining eyes, he is giving us the only thing he has to share: his love.
3. Laughter is good for you. We have done more laughing since Charlie came into our lives that we have in years. Watching him play with Munchkin, the 2 of them chasing each other, or watching him sleep sprawled on his back (looking like a grocery store chicken) has literally brought us to tears of laughter. 
4. Everyone is a friend (until proven differently). Look at people through your pet's eyes: everyone is a potential friend: a loving hand, a kind voice. Even when pets get more wary with age, they still wag their tail before barking. Pets don't judge because of age, appearance, culture or size. Be wary, be watchful but be kind.
5. Family first. Pets love their people before anyone else. They will protect you, put up with your foibles and quirks, adjust to your schedule and always be waiting for your return. That's the power of unconditional love.

We've also learned that he loves us in the morning, when our hair is sticking straight up and at night, when we are so tired that we can barely make that last evening walk with him. He doesn't care what we look like, how we dress or how little money we have. When we give him his "good boy" treat, he is thrilled with whatever he gets. We've found that we, like other dog walkers in our community, stagger out our door with coffee cup in hand every morning, wearing our sweats or pj pants. Pride goes right out the window (and it helps when your neighbor looks no better than you!).

Next time: Charlie's new tricks.

Charlie on the Hunt!

Charlie at his window post

                                                                   

Charlie has discovered the joy of the hunt. Lately, whenever we are outside, he can stand and inhale a scent for 5 minutes and then set off in hot pursuit of the next scent...or maybe the same scent in another location? Whatever the case, it has him captivated. Usually I have the patience to stand and wait for him to finish, but other times it's a case of "will you get on with it already!?"


It's gotten to the extent sometimes that he foregoes play with his "Friends" and politely declines a pat from his human admirers ("No thank you, I am busy pursuing this most captivating scent but will get back to you later...") Why is it that whenever I think of him having a human voice, it's British? Is this strange? Oh well...


I looked up the history of the dachshund, his main breed. They were bred long and low in Germany to hunt badgers (Dachshund = badger dog). I can believe it. He's pretty tenacious. His gentle nature comes from his Cocker Spaniel side, but, then again, Cockers were also used to hunt as gun dogs, so I guess he gets that from both sides of his breeding. The Cocker is a happy, little tail wagger, a devoted, intelligent and gentle breed, while the Dachshund is curious, mischievous, intelligent, devoted, affectionate and performs tricks. This breed is also pretty independent, which Charlie demonstrates on a daily basis. I can definitely see both sides of his breeding in him! It's an interesting cross!


He can entertain himself with his toys, looking out the window, running around the house or napping for long periods, but then he gets lonely and he climbs into our laps and gazes into our eyes. We flip him over and cradle him as we rub his chest. His mouth hangs open and he gazes into space. It's pretty cute. That's his favorite form of cuddling. Then he's off again to his other pursuits, usually chasing our cat Munchie or (more likely) being chased by Munchie these days. They are quite the pair as they sit on their respective dining room chairs looking out the windows!


When I see how watchful he is, I can definitely recognize the watch dog in him. He won't approach a person if they have anything in their hands. And he is quite protective of me when we go on walks. But he's always friendly and ready to play with his friends, or make the acquaintance of a dog he doesn't know. Right now Charlie is a little upset with me, lying beside me as I type with his nose buried in his blanket. All because a dog that isn't allowed to play passed near us and I didn't bring Charlie close to play with him. There are a few whose owners prefer to keep at a distance. And that's the prerogative. But try explain that to a playful pup! It's almost as bad as telling a little kid that Billy doesn't want to play with him! To make it worse, Munchie chased him when we came inside again. And I just realized that I forgot to give him his "good boy" treat. Whoops. Triple whammy!


My previous dogs were a purebred mini poodle and a terri-poo. Their temperaments were very different. They were eager-to-please dogs who were exceptionally territorial and protective. They tended to sulk in their dog beds when upset and were slower to forgive than Charlie. They pranced more and were more like little circus performers. But they were also very intelligent dogs who learned quickly and did their best.


That's what I like most about canines: their unconditional love and devotion.


That's it for today. Next time, we'll take a look at a few other dog breeds and see how they are the same and different, and there will be more on the adventures of Charlie Dog as he explores his world.

Crabby Munchie Cat at his vigil (watching Charlie)

                                                               

Peace in the Valley

We have achieved some kind of peace in the valley over here. Munchie permits Charlie into the bedroom now, where he is vigilant in standing guard over us while we sleep (heaven forbid the cat should jump onto the bed!) and Munchie patrols his old hunting grounds in the living room once again. Sudden moods still cause chaos and a general flurry of excitement. But we can now leave the bedroom door open. Personally, we think Munchie has discovered that Charlie's "Bark" is worse than his "Bite."

Charlie, the original hot dog after running around outside

Unfortunately, Charlie has also managed to chew through another cord leash. We won't be using those anymore. It's just too easy for those teeth to chomp right through!


He gets great pleasure in running outside. He and his friends love to do laps around and around us pet parents, snagging us in the leashes if we're not careful and causing a lot of laughter.  One thing we've definitely discovered is that there is a lot more laughter now in our home than there used to be. Oh, we were always happy, but now you can hear us laugh out loud a lot more often.


Charlie likes that!


He's getting more snuggly now that he's more comfortable with us. He loves to lie on his back, cradled against Mike, and have his chest rubbed. He likes to lie beside me in bed (yes, he still sucks and chews my fingers - some things never seem to change!) and nestle behind my knees. That's just what my "old" dog, Brandi used to do. I've missed that!


He and Mike have a new game. Mike gathers all Charlie's toys, and when Charlie starts poking his cold wet nose against Mike's leg, he plays the "go find your toy!" game with him. I can hear them playing late at night, sometimes. Charlie and I play the "run like fools around the house game," with me chasing him and going "GRRR" to make him run. Good cardio <wheeze wheeze>. 


So, for now, there's peace in the valley indeed. Life is good.

Charlie Takes Over the Apartment

Waiting for Mike to come home

We knew the day would come...Charlie has officially taken over our apartment! We came home to find him lying on the back of the love seat the other day. He had discovered it to be a wonderful place to spot passing dogs and their owners. I can only imagine the yipping and yapping during our absence. He also loves to lie there and wait for us to come home.


He has made his presence known in many ways: toys strewn throughout our home, dashing out the outside door when it's opened, sneaking into the bathroom to investigate the litter box (ewww), finding his favorite sleeping spots and spying-on-the-cat places. He and Munchie have been in the same room at the same time for the past couple of weeks now, without incident. The only time he really takes exception is when Munchie sniffs his dog bed; the only thing Munchie doesn't like is when Charlie curls up on the bed beside Mike. 


We have moved the furniture lately, and Charlie has discovered the joy of my new rocking chair, too. We vie for the seat now. He usually wins, since there's also a couch and love seat for me to sit on (and besides, he looks so CUTE sitting there!)

Charlie the Cute Dog on my rocking chair

He also leaves little "love offerings" - no, not the negative kind, just sweet little things. Toys in your shoe, little chewie bones between couch cushions, placing a toy on Mike's foot when he is at the computer, stuffed toys on the kitchen floor, things like that. We get a kick out of it. He really feels at home now, and shows it in every way.

We've learned to watch where we step (there's quite a "squeaker" on several of his toys!),  to pet him and give him attention while watching TV, to interrupt our use of the computer or while I knit, to take him outside or just rub his ears and jaw (he really likes that). Mike sings and does a little dance with him (I really have to get that on camera one of these days) and I talk to him...a lot...while working around the kitchen or cleaning up the place.

He's not fussy about the vacuum, but he has a reprieve. It's given up the ghost temporarily so we also have the pleasure of little tufts of black hair everywhere. It helps that he loves being brushed (another form of attention?) but I can't keep up with it! The joy of a long-haired dog! Now we have orange and white fur from Munchie AND black tufts from Charlie. *Joy*.

He is Mike's navigator when they come pick me up. Mike's talking about bringing him to work with him on his security job to keep him company - once Charlie settles down a bit, of course. They are devoted to each other, and nothing could make me happier. Charlie is my daytime buddy and he's Mike's night-time companion. Works out well all the way around! 

Yes, he's part of our lives now, and we are delighted with the little dog who was once hiding, overwhelmed, in the back of a cage and who now runs our home. Like Mike says, he really is "The best investment we ever made!"

"Love offering" in my walkies shoe

Charlie the Wonder-Goat

                                                           
I think we misnamed Charlie. Right now I call him Chewy Dog, or Chuckie Chew. He is either teething or is a goat in dog clothing, because nothing is safe around him. What happened to our "good boy?"

I came home from work the other day and the first thing Mike said was that Charlie had not been a good boy. I thought 'uh oh, what did he do now?' Apparently, he chewed the leash right off the holder. You know, one of those nice little expandable leashes that allows the dog to run around like a fool, dragging you behind him? I looked at him and said "Char-lie..." which is obviously the signal for him to now run around yapping and happy to have attention. The excitement stopped when I said "I guess it's the short leash for you!" He has learned what "short leash" means. It will be another week before we can afford a "good leash" for him, and no, it won't be the one with the skinny little cord coiled up inside. Charlie chews through that like paper!

And speaking of paper.... Anything left on the floor is now fair game, including items he can reach from the coffee table, shoe rack or couch. On Saturday, I found (on the living room floor):

• a chewed up toilet paper roll
• a shredded paper towel sheet
• a sliced and chewed piece of advertisement
• a wrapper gleaned from an unsecured garbage bag
• my two "dog walking shoes" - nothing new to that one, he likes to nibble and sleep with them. Guess that reminds him of the fun of walkies. He likes nothing more than when I ask, "Charlie, where's my shooooooe?"
• Every toy from his toy box and one beanie baby from the dining room table that wasn't even his!

He had been a busy boy while I was teaching and Mike was asleep.  None of this bothered me as much as when he unrolled half a skein of yarn and totally wrapped himself in it, happily sucking on it while he played. Ewww. Char-lie!

Mike and our neighbor, Buster's dad, reminded me that "He's just a baby. He is going through a phase. Maybe he's teething?" Uh, no, not teething, but he's definitely pushing the boundaries, just like kids. I know he's young, and I love his boundless energy and enthusiasm for everything and everyone. I saw, yesterday, that he is starting to differentiate between folks he knows and people who are strangers. And he is very leery of anyone with something in their hand. Maybe it's something learned as a stray, or maybe it's just that we are his family now and he is being protective.

Whatever the case, he's still our pup and we love him, although I wish I had his energy when I was cleaning up after him. Charlie the Wonder-Goat indeed...

Life with Charlie: the Adventure

Life with Charlie: the Adventure

A hot dog on the deck

Every day with Charlie is like an adventure. Being young, you never know exactly what he'll do, how he will react, or what he will find lurking in the corners. But one thing is constant: his love and devotion and his "friendship" with the other dogs in our community.

We have the equivalent of the "Midnight Patrol" at our place. Do you remember the "midnight howl" in Lady and the Tramp? Where the dogs all howl to communicate what's going on where they live? One howls, the other responds, another chimes in and so on? We have the "Midnight Patrol" here. One dog starts yipping, another yaps in response, a third one barks and then the games begin. Sometimes it sounds like a regular chorus, something out of a "Christmas Dogs" album, only without the musical touches.

Charlie has learned to respond from a spoken command from the bedroom, after I flew out of the bedroom a couple of times when he first started yapping at night. Now, when I yell for him to "give it a rest!" he gives one more muffled "mmph" of a bark and settles down to sleep, his duty done. He is a good watchdog; I just wish it did sound quite so loud at 12 midnight or 1 am! He's learning.

He also understands what I mean when I tell him "We're going to get the mail" or "Let's go to the garbage!" He usually heads in the right direction without being pulled that way, unless a dog distracts him, of course. The cutest thing is that he now looks in my eyes and listens when I talk to him. The other evening, I was telling him "no doggies" because he heard barking on TV and that set him off. He cocked his head one way, then the other, a few times before coming to sit on the ottoman and watch TV with me. I do love it when dogs do that!

And what am we learning? To take cues from him. There was a break-in for the first time in many years in our community, and the dogs alerted neighbors to chase the perpetrator away. Good dogs! We stop more to "smell the roses" (or the cut grass, or enjoy the shade, or talk to neighbors) now that we have him. Everyone has a story to tell and it's good to catch up on the latest scoop from around the complex. We're adjusting to life with dog, as in: " Ok, we can go to three places this evening, but after that we have to go home because Charlie - and Munchie - will have to go to the bathroom by then" or "If we go on vacation, would it be best to take Charlie with us camping or to a cabin, or to put him in Petsmart's Pet Hotel" (the one that Brandi, our previous dog loved so much). It also includes getting him treats when we go bulk grocery shopping, or looking for a cute new interesting item for him or Munchie when we are out and about. Mike's also learned to drive and hold the leash when he comes to pick me up at work - the matter of a 3 minute car ride. I have learned, again, to enjoy the sight of a little furry face smiling at me when they come to get me.

We have learned that every dog is different, even when they seem the same. They make different sounds (Chewie whines as he walks when he sees Charlie, while Charlie kind of grunts. Buster huffs and snorts and Bella flies like the wind). Big dogs love to play as much as little ones, only they tend to bowl the little ones over. It is possible to get wrapped up in a leash and not fall down, just look ridiculous standing there all dolled up with leash like a Christmas tree. We have learned to do the "lasso" move with the leash, rotating it over our heads when Charlie decides to have a good run on the green. And yes, we are already thinking about how much fun Christmas will be with him in the house. Mike's even talking about putting the Darth Vader costume on Charlie this Halloween and going trick or treating... Sure, Mike....

(next article: Charlie at the park)

The Great Hunt: The Instinct to Hide Treasure

The Great Hunt: The Instinct to Hide Treasures

Charlie believes in The Great Hunt. He is the best dog at hiding his favorite treasures than any other dog I have seen or owned! He finds little hidey-holes in the couch cushions, behind boxes, behind the file cabinet, under the desk, by the TV stand, under his blankets (great for tripping!), on the ottoman, in empty boxes.... Wherever there is a little space, he will hide a treasure!


One of his favorite hiding places is his toy box. He loves to take out all his toys, put a special treat or bone in there, and cover it all up with toys again! Then, some time later that day or even later in the week, his little nose will follow an invisible path and then it's "Oh boy oh boy!" as he rediscovers his treasure, gleefully throwing it in the air and settling down to gnaw on it. Sometimes I don't understand dogs, except for the times when we have found a forgotten treat for ourselves in the freezer or cupboard... Maybe it's not so hard to understand them after all!


The great hunt for toys is only superseded by his great hunt for the elusive scent trail. His schnozz buries itself in the grass as he scoots it along, searching for that missing scent. Sometimes his head startles up and he sneezes when he finds something amazing! Then he cocks his head, looks at me and I swear he's smiling! Off to the next adventure.


Life, for Charlie, is indeed one adventure after another. Every day is new, the same old walk is different each time he takes it. He walks along the red curb like an intrepid circus dog, balance sure, trotting along. His balance is so much better than ours! This morning, he was so busy sniffing and exploring that he barely acknowledged a little dog he hadn't met before. He gave some cursory sniffs, a friendly wag of the tail, but he was totally distracted. It's compulsive, he had to search? Is there such a thing as OCD dogs, or is this instinct so deeply buried that they have to act on it? How he fights the leash when I try to tug him another way! But he is learning to obey (when he wants to).


There are always more dogs for Charlie to discover, new cats to spot, new birds to watch, and more people to charm. Even folks who don't particularly like dogs like him. He is so earnest and open! That's a dog's nature, isn't it? Last night, on our last walk before bed, he met Bella and her owner. The girl had seen Charlie before and thought him "adorable" (he took her compliment in stride, sniffing her toes and accepting a pat). Bella was over 4 times his size, a big gangling 2-year old baby! Charlie and she played, jumping, pretending to attack, hunkering down in the grass to slither toward each other. I think he's found another kindred spirit! Bella was enchanted to have a new friend; she sought him out twice during the course of that half-hour walk. Charlie was thrilled with his new friend. Now, when we walk past Bella's apartment, Charlie pauses to see if she is coming out to play, just like Chewie pauses outside our apartment to see if Charlie can come out to play. Just like kids!


Speaking of walks, it's pretty much time for our next excursion. I wonder what sniffs he will discover this time, and how many sneezes will mark his excitement as he finds an old trail. I wonder which buddies and new friends he'll find this time? Sometimes I think we live vicariously through our dogs! We have met so many new people since embarking upon this adventure! There's nothing like being adopted by a dog to give you a new lease on life!


(next time: The Meeting: Charlie and Munchie's Showdown)