Humans like to say it’s a dog’s life but really I’m not so sure. These humans whom I own, well I call them Mum and Dad but I think they have other names because I hear other humans calling them different things; Dad especially gets called a lot of names… Anyway the point is they have no idea how busy I am trying to keep tabs on them. Always running away they are, scurrying out the door in the morning without so much as a by-your-leave either and I am left here till the arrival of Aunty Hec who gives me my lunch. I like Aunty Hec except when she makes me take her for a walk in the rain; I have tried to tell her that we Dachshunds (or Daxies as we are affectionately known here in Scotland) do not do rain but I’m not too sure Aunty Hec understands but she is rather old (she has to be at least 10 I think) so I don’t blame her too much.
When Mum and Dad come in I have to take them for a walk. You would think after being out all day they would want a rest but no they like their walks do those two. So once I’ve taken them for their evening walk that is all my jobs done for the day – oh except when I have to bring Dad his slippers and be a lap-warmer for Mum and after a few patrols around the perimeter fence making things secure it is then and only then am I allowed a little down time myself. A dog’s life? Oh really… Luckily I am here to keep everyone right.
Until next time, love & leggies, Nutty x