Looking fine in 2009
Well, the people say it’s 2010 now. It doesn’t seem different from 2009. They asked me what my resolutions are and suggested that maybe I should stop threatening the girls when they get between me and the possibility of a snack. Pfft. They said that I’ve lost friends because of my appetite. Pfft. They said if I was less food aggressive they could leave me with friends and go on vacation more often. I think they might be on to me.
It’s their fault for adopting all the girls. If I was an only dog, I wouldn’t have the daily stress of having to protect my domain (the kitchen) from my sisters. I wouldn’t have to worry about who catches the chickpeas that sometimes roll off the counter because it would always be me. I wouldn’t have to guard the coffee table when there are snacks on it. I wouldn’t have to worry about the food supply running low because of all the ‘sharing’. See all my grey? It’s all because because there are just too many mouths in this house. My only resolution is to look after number one.
Enough about me, I wanted to tell you what I’ve been doing for the rescue. I decided long ago that CDR will not place dogs in December because there are just too many parties and strangers and decorations and dangerous things to eat. That doesn’t mean we still don’t take dogs in. We got five new dogs in December. All girls. Girls. They’re everywhere. I think most of them will be going to people on our waiting list. So much goes on that you’d never know about just by looking at the available dogs. Dogs come and go all the time. When I find out who is going and who still needs a home, I’ll tell you more about them. There will be some lucky new dog owners soon.
While you’re listening, I need to know who has connections with that phone company that had the hippo commercial over the holidays. I do not want to see it repeated next year. My name, Franklin Furter, is bad enough but I still get lots of stupid nicknames. ‘They’ thought it would be funny to call me the Furteropamus for a month and insinuated that the ground shakes when I walk. Yeah. Ha ha. I love them, but they can get tiresome. In fact, I’m so tired that I think I’ll have a nap.
(Even if my people make light of it, I know that it’s not good to be a heavy dachshund. I have health problems that make me this way, and a vet file thicker than my waist . Make sure you stay thin to help protect your back. If your people are feeding you too much, you can send the extras my way.)
