Sunny Daze

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Being a dog of both ancient German and more recently Scottish lineage it is no wonder I love the sun so much. There is nothing nicer than a fine summer morning when one can meditate on the natural ebb and flow of life or, in my case, laze around.

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Although I am a bit of a sun-worshipper my natural-born fur coat does tend to swelter a bit and my heart goes out to my Old English Sheepdog friends and all heavy coated anipals on days such as this.

But we in the UK know better than to make rash complaint against the summer sun and when it becomes too hot we find shady garden spots, nooks and crannies where we can lie undisturbed in happy canine contemplation.

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Needless to say this bloggy was pawed on a beautiful June afternoon but even if it is raining cats and dogs or blowing a monsoon as you read my words remember dear anipal and human friends nothing (not even the good stuff) is forever.

Till next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

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There’s No Place Like Home

My Mum, my human sisfur Louise and her dog Miss Shiva went to the SPCA Rehoming Centre in Glasgow because it is time Miss Shiva had a friend as she gets very lonely when Louise goes to work.

Miss Shiva (who was born in a similar place) was very nervous as soon as we arrived and heard all the dogs barking in their little individual cells. To be truthful anipals, I didn’t quite know what to make of it since I have been with Mum and Dad since I was a puppy but I know many other dogs are not so lucky. I did my best to help Miss Shiva be calm and radiated all the pawsitive energies I could, the poor thing kept on spinning and spinning (she does this when she is agitated).

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Mum, Miss Shiva and me at the SPCA centre.

Then the lady brought a dog out. Full Staffy he is and strong as a small-sized horse. He is smaller than Miss Shiva as she is a Staffy/Lab mix. Mum and I stood off to one side so Louise and the SPCA lady could introduce the dogs. They had a bit of a sniffity-sniff and I could tell Miss Shiva was interested although she was still on edge. Then in a flash her sonic tail wag commenced and she was totally happy again. That is one of the very best things about being a dog: we can go from scared to happy in the time it takes to wag a tail.

Louise was stroking Mr Staffy and the lady said his  name was Chaos. I looked at Mum, she looked at Louise who looked at the lady who looked at the dog and although no one said anything we all knew what the others were thinking. This dog had to be the least chaotic dog ever. Playful, bouncy, funny, friendly and glad to get out of his kennel yes – chaotic never. Louise said she would change his name and I was glad about that.

As you all know anipals I am a very small guy so I was a bit nervous meeting Mr Staffy but I walked over wagging my tail and he came over for a sniffity-sniff with me. He was very gentle which made me think he understood about small dogs. Mum gave us all some sausages which are puppy sausages because I am only wee but the Staffies didn’t seem to mind and both Miss Shiva and Mr Staffy chomped them down looking for more.

We haven’t got a picture of Mr Staffy yet as the SPCA lady told Louise there is a home check to be done to make sure everything is in order. I was pleased to know they are careful about who rehomes a dog so even though we wanted to take him with us that day we knew it was for the best.

We think it will be 2 or 3 weeks until Mr Staffy – whose new name is Rocco – will move into his furever home with Louise and Miss Shiva (with frequent visits from me of course!)

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Miss Shiva looking particularly gorgeous

I cannot finish this bloggy without telling you that I press my paws together every night to pray to DOG for all those anipals in kennels across Scotland, across the UK and across the world. It was so sad to see that many of the dogs we saw were Staffies too; a more loyal breed you won’t find (except for dachshunds but I am a bit biased there!). Mum says people have a whole lot to answer for and I am sure she is right.

If you are wondering why Louise chose the name Rocco it was the name of a noble spirited and gentle Staffy man who went Over The Rainbow Bridge. Although Rocco the First had a hard time on earth and we couldn’t save him, Louise and Miss Shiva have made sure the same won’t happen to Rocco 2.

Till next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

 

Rocco

 Rocco the First RIP x

 

 

A Pawblem Solved – Bounder

Dear Nutty

I am a lonely and misunderstood little rabbit. Well when I say little I mean I’m big – in fact truth to tell I am HUMUNGOUS compared to my rabbit friends. No wonder I can’t get a wife. Anyway that is not the reason I’m writing, well not the only reason.

You see Nutty, none of my rabbit friends seem to enjoy bounding across the fields like I do. I mean they do run a bit but it is more of a scurry and they have no stamina either. Me, I can bound for miles and miles with my super long back legs but when I start to do this all my friends tail off and leave me to run all by myself. Nutty please give me some words of wisdom for I am one lonely Bounder.

Yours in solitude

Bounder

 

Dear Bounder

Worry not for the solution is staring you straight in the face or should that be in the back leggys. For you see dear Bounder you are not a rabbit at all – you are a hare. Hares are much larger, have longer legs and are made for bounding across fields and living in the wild. No wonder your rabbit friends cannot keep up!

Bounder you are not a bad rabbit you are an excellent hare so hare on out there and find yourself a Mrs Hare and have a wonderful life with many little Bounders running at your tail.

I expect an invite to the wedding (“)(“)

Till next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

 

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Apropos of nothing – a wee sossige

Pictures from My Holiday

Hi Anipals – we had a wonderful time in the Lake District, quite possibly the most DOG FRIENDLY place in the UK. Although the weather wasn’t brilliant (Mum had to buy woolly hats and gloves in Windermere – and I got a new TOAT – gads) we managed to get out and about and enjoyed it all the same.

Hope you enjoy my pics.

Till next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

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Me, Mum and horses (too shy too look at camera methinks, the horses that is not us)

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Me and Dad wondering which way to go (no surprise there)

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The long and winding road…

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Come on Mum and Dad!

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New TOAT – grr – although to be fair it was raining

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My displeasure continues

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Driving everyone crazy with cute

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PLEEEEEEZE

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Thanks Dad!

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FREEDOM!

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A bit of paw raising with Mum

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Me and my wee stick

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Me and my big stick

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Daffodil inspection

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Further investigation required

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Thanks Cumbria!

I Scream, You Scream…

We anipals enjoy the simple things in life; the sun on our fur, a gentle summer breeze, the scent of the first daffodil – and ice cream. 

Take me for example, I do enjoy an ice cream. I love to let my long tongue wrap itself around the deliciously cold confection and sssslurp right into the mouth and down the throat quick as you like sir. I have found it best to make this move particularly quickly before Mum or Dad decide I’ve had enough and tries to take the ice cream away. This of course can never happen. I am much too fast.

Anipals like me who are ice cream aficionados will appreciate the difficulty we have is not in retaining the ice cream once we have sniffed it out – but how to encourage our humans to relinquish the ice cream they think is theirs into our waiting little jaws. Our dear bipeds sometimes get confused and think this ice cold treat is for them… well it is but not exclusively you understand.

If you are experiencing this difficulty yourself dear furry friends, especially with the summer coming in and ice cream delights being extra enticing I have discovered the best way to get Dad to relinquish his ice cream to for me is to persuade him that it is his idea.

Picture this: Dad strolls out of the ice cream shop with a lovely vanilla cone in his hands (vanilla is my favourite, anyone who is interested) and the wise anipal will immediately look cute but without obviously eyeing the cone.

This is a difficult exercise to master initially but with practice the petite ice cream snatcher can easily wind around Dad’s legs (our feline brothers have got it spot on here and this move is perfect for us long-bodied anipals). For added effect try cutely pawing at his ankle whilst at the same time throw out some knock-em-dead puppy dog eyes. When performed correctly this simple combination of moves is utterly delightful to passers-by who will, with a bit of luck, draw attention to our efforts thus inspiring Dad to bend down and…. sssslurp another ice cream bites the dust.

Larger anipals can sit obediently in front of Dad offering a paw with an endearing wag of the tail and a clever nose-to-hand move until the desired result is achieved.

Super-size anipals and sturdy stalwarts such as the Bulldog, Staffie and Rottie have the additional advantage of planting themselves squarely in front of Dad until the ice cream treat is forthcoming.

Till next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

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The Politics of a Dachshund

Dachshunds are not generally known for being political animals but there are times in life when one feels  empawssioned enough to want to speak out and for me this is one of those times.

I am only be a little dog but I do understand that everyone has opinions, feels pain, love and joy and so too do we anipals. The only difference between us and you is that we have no voice.

I have Mum and Dad, people who love me enough to speak out for me but on behalf of those creatures less fortunate I feel compelled to take pen to paw and write these words.

Whether you are biped, quadruped, hexapedes or any other type of pedes I ask you now to RAISE THE PAW OF AWARENESS.

RAISE A PAW for horses forced to give up their lives for the sake a day at the races.

RAISE A PAW for our brother beagles many of whom live lives of unconscionable pain and suffering in the name of beauty.

RAISE A PAW for our deep sea cousins the whale, the dolphin and seal whose lives are in daily peril due to the exploits of mankind.

RAISE A PAW for the apes and monkeys who, by dint of their close relationship to humanity, suffer gross cruelty in the name of medical cures.

RAISE A PAW for those gentle giants the elephant, the rhino and the walrus along with so many others who suffer unimaginable pain as parts of their bodies are torn off and they are left alone to die an agonising and uncomprehending death.

RAISE A PAW for dogs and cats with the misfortune to have been born in less evolved nations who believe it is right to build factories in which they steal the fur from our bodies – more often than not when we are still alive. Imagine that horror if someone did that to you.

RAISE A PAW to all creatures who are suffering right now as their poor bodies are stolen, torn apart and experimented upon.

It is my belief that our world will never progress until humanity can recognise that there is of GOD in all creatures. Not only does GOD dwell in man but in all living beings.

If this is not so then someone please explain to this little dog why the same life force which is present in you is also present in me and when that life force withdraws the result is the same: death. Death, that is, of the body not of the soul.

Our souls live on as do yours and the only difference I can see between we anipals and you humans is only one of intellectual progression.

Please therefore be mindful of all creatures and do not do to us what you would not do to one another for in essence we are all the same; living beings on our own journey.

Till next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

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My Life with Dad in Pictures

It’s no secret that I have the best Mum and Dad in the world but you may not know anipals that Mum and Dad are not experienced at being owned by a dachshund. Indeed no, in fact I am not only their first ever dachshund but the only doggicles they have ever been owned by so bearing this in mind it is no wonder I am so proud of them and all the time they spend in my training classes.

So dear old Dad even though I do poke gentle fun at you in these bloggys of mine, please know I love you very much and appreciate everything you do for me.

Just for you Dad is our life together in pictures. Enjoy.

Until next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

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Thanks Dad – love you – *paw bump* xxx

A Pawblem Shared is a Pawblem Solved – Peter the Rabbit

Dear Nutty

I am a large, fluffy bunny called Peter who is constantly being bullied by my family and now Mum and Dad are getting in on the act and are bullying me too.

I try to be as good a rabbit as I can but it does no good. My family simply do not like me. My brofur and sisfur get to sleep in a nice warm hutch with cosy warm straw and I am put out into the house so M&D can watch my every move. Even on rainy days I am sent out to walk while bro and sis cuddle up together watching me and laughing.

Discrimination is everywhere Nutty: my food is different, my bed is different, I am treated differently all the time and when I try to make those little snuffly rabbitty noises M&D tell me to stop being silly.

I fear I can take no more. You are my final hope Nutty. Please tell this large fluffy bunny how to make his family love him.

Peter the Ostracised and Odd Pet

Dear POOP

I have read your pawblem very carefully and I think I can see where the issues lie. You see I do not think you are a large fluffy bunny at all – I believe you to be a small fluffy puppy. That’s right POOP you are a puppy not a bunny.

Understandably you are shaking your fluffy head in disagreement as you read these words and I can understand your scepticism. To prove I am speaking the truth I ask you in all seriousness POOP to answer these five impawtant questions as honestly as you can:

1)    Do you really enjoy cramming yourself into a small rabbitty hutch and covering yourself with scratchy straw?

2)    Do you enjoy eating horrible lettuce and raw carrots?

3)    Is your brofur and sisfur really ignoring you or is it that they cannot understand a word you say because you are speaking puppy?

4)    When M&D take you for walkies do you secretly enjoy it?

5)    Do you find life in the hutch cramped and boring?

Now POOP if you have answered these questions as truthfully as I know you can you will understand that I am right. You are a puppy POOP and as such your M&D are treating you exactly right.

Leave the rabbits to their rabbitty twitchings dear POOP and set forth with your M&D and be the very best small fluffy puppy you can be!

Until next time.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

The Killer

 Dear anipals – the following story was written by my human Papa (in Scotland papa is grandfather) who passed OTRB long before I was born but has had such an influence on the lives of his family and my Mum (his daughter) especially that I understand he is an important part of my doggy life too.

Papa dabbled in short story writing when he was a young man and this is one of the two stories which have survived him. We hope you enjoy it.

Love & leggies, Nutty x

The Killer

They were coming for him.  I could hear their heavy hob-nailed boots crunching on the gravel drive that leads up to the farm.  Yes they were coming and although they hadn’t said so, I knew they were going to kill him.  Going to kill Joe, my friend, and I couldn’t stop them…

Oh yes I had tried, tried to reason, to plead, to threaten the men who were coming for him but they just shook their heads at me and pushed me firmly aside.  ‘We don’t want to hurt you Johnny,’ they said ‘but we’ll have to if you don’t turn him in.’  But even in the face of their threats, I still wouldn’t give Joe away because I felt sure  he would never have given me away if the position had been reversed.

‘Don’t you understand Johnny,’ they said ‘he’s a killer and we know his kind will go on killing and killing.  We know this because we have experienced it before and we will find him, no matter where he is hiding.  We must find him, and find him soon before he kills again.’  They stalked angrily away but confidently sure they would find him without my help.  With them it was just a matter of time.

I first met Joe 3 years ago on a cold winter night.  He was hungry and alone, staggering with exhaustion up the path to the barn where he could at least sleep warm in the straw.  We took him in and fed him.  We looked after him and in a few weeks his strength returned to him, his chest filled out and his face grew more rounded instead of the gaunt, hungry look it once had.  He was powerful was Joe, and he certainly repaid us by the way he worked on the farm.  He didn’t want wages, just his food and his keep and he was happy.  We thought he would just stay for a little while to show his gratitude to us but he stayed for 3 years and in that time had become one of the family and now they were coming for him…

I could hear them turn away from the house and come towards the barn where we were hiding.  It hadn’t taken them long to find him or maybe they had seen me come into the barn – oh what a fool I’d been to come here.  Me who had been too loyal to my friend to give him away and done just that by coming here.  But I had to bring him food so what else can I do?  But it was too late to do anything now.  I had failed him as I am sure he would never have failed me.  As I looked towards him and signed for him to be quiet I whispered ‘Sorry Joe’ but he never uttered a sound.  I saw the big barn doors open and the two big men came in, bigger than me or Joe and they had rifles in their hands.  It took all my willpower not to cry out.

‘Johnny,’ the taller of the two shouted.  I signaled to Joe and we both lay quiet in the straw.  ‘Come on Johnny.  We know you’re in there.’  There was a pause then he said ‘We want to tell you we are sorry.’  I looked down from the top of the bales I was lying on.  ‘Do you really mean that Abe?’ I called ‘you’re not going to shoot Joe now?’

‘No.  We’re not going to shoot him now or ever,’ bit Abe said jerking his thumb at the other man with him ‘Bill caught the killer in the act.  Got him right between the eyes with old Betsy here and that was that.  We just stopped in to say we’re sorry before we head into the village to tell the folks to call off the search.  We saw you come in here with a sack of grub so while we are away get Joe out of that straw up there and both of you bring the sheep from the west meadow into the pens for shearing.  A man can’t do it alone, not without a sheepdog like Joe, especially a little man like you who is only 10 years old eh?’

They laughed as they walked away, the crunching of their boots on gravel faded away.  I felt very happy, not only was Joe safe but I could boast to my friends in the village that one of my big brothers shot the sheep killer.

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In Loving Memory and of Love Never Forgotten

Alexander McCallum (1934 – 2011)