Record Holding Wieners

A few people have asked about how many miles I've put on but it is very hard to add up. 
It is 2200 miles one way from Houston to Calgary.  So 2 driving road trips plus at least 8 flying trips makes me the most travellingest weenie.  And add all the driving around in Alberta to visit all my fans gives me the bragging rights.  And I only almost died once.  But that was a real close call and my momma may laugh a little bit but I know she's really just happy that I am a tough little wiener.

This road trip I also tried for the longest vent sniff by a weenie.  As soon as we crossed the New Mexico/Colorado border I sniffed for 5 straight miles.

Maybe I should try for the highest altitude by a weenie.  My current record is Logan Pass at 6646 ft or 2026 m.

Also a big shoutout to La Quinta motels for allowing dogs to stay in their rooms for free.  They should get some kind of special award for that. Or change their name to La Canines Welcome.

Another summer trip to Canada over...

....and done.

We put on a lot of miles.  6000+++.  Marked some pretty cool things.  Sniffed some pretty good sniffs.  Lucky for me, my human and the Big Guy had a couple pillows in the SS so I rode all those miles in style.

Buck Lake was great, as usual.  We spent extra time out there this year.  Lots of work to do.  I had to keep Kacy close to home because she doesn't know the routine out there.  And she definitely doesn't know the boundaries.

We visited with family and friends but I am happy to be home in Houston.

Kain and I went to the doctor's office today...

...and my human was talking to another human with....wait for it....a wiener, of course.  There was another old, hairy wiener sitting quietly across the room too.  Plus some other dogs.  In fact, it was a pretty busy place.  I was pretty calm.  Kain on the other hand was close to red lining it.  He would have gladly gone in the front door and straight out the back door. 

I got checked out first because I'm the easiest to get on the table.  After the usual and unnecessary embarassment of the you know what in the you know where I got FOUR needles, a bright light in the eyeballs, a huge tube in my ears and a finger down my throat.  But apparently what I hear every day is true, I'm a good little wiener.

Then it was Kain's turn.  Man, he really doesn't like the table, especially the slippery kind with no mat on it.  He would have pooped himself if he hadn't alreay gone 3 times this morning.  It took three people just to keep him steady so he could experience the usual suspects of dog torture.  And same for him, he's still a good ol' boy. Never meaning no harm.

This all in preparation for a road trip we are going on.  I'm the only one my human and the Big Guy have told.  You know how the big dogs get when you start talking about going for a ride.

I hope I don't almost die this time.

I may be a Canadian wiener...

....but I want everyone to know that I AM NOT FROM VANCOUVER.

Politics and weiners DO NOT MIX

...apparently some doof from New York was claiming he couldn't recognize his owner weiner in a photo.  I bet my momma would recognize her weiner.  Would you recognize your weiner?

Sometimes a weenie...

...has to look out for his momma.  I knew something was wrong with my momma today so I kept close eye on her.  When she got up, I got up.  When she laid down, I laid down.  Only a weenie knows that special place to curl up to keep your human happy and safe.

Sometimes the water bowl...

...seems to far away.  And green tea is good for weenies.  I think.

On the Guadalup...

...eh

Not cool, momma...

...not cool.
After I got busy on a bite on my behind and chewed it raw, my momma and the big guy said I had to wear a cone but they like to come up with at-home solutions.
So after a few prototypes this is a very tricky little contraption they came up with to keep me away from my own butt.

And then to top off the humiliation they laughed at me.

Actually, it didn't really bother me that much.  I can still drink and eat and lay around and bug Kacy and they know how I am smarter than most dogs and have figured out how to back out of this.

Stupid ants!

The Big Guy whacked me...

....last night. COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT.  But it really hurt my feelings so I went and hid with my momma.  Luckily he's pretty persuasive with the ice cream sandwiches.  And he shares his pillow so graciously.

I really like Canadians...

... especially the lady with the funny squished-nose dog.  She didn't bring the dog with her but she still played with me and let me walk all over her.  I remembered her right away from all of our visits to her house in Calgary.  It was a lot of fun to wake up in the morning and run upstairs and sniff her out.

Visitor from the north country...

...Kain's human from Calgary stopped by for a visit.  Kain was VERY happy to see him.  I was too.  I will always remember the fun times we had when I stayed with him while my human was finding a place for us to live in Houston.

Up early to watch the royal wedding...

...and reminded of my own kingdom.  After all, I am the Earl of Asbury.  It's a pretty sweet gig if you can get it.  Tea and toast served on a tray with my special blanket waiting to curl up in.

I am also supposed to remind you that once upon a time there was another special wiener, the Duke of Covewood.  My human stills talk about his reign of terror.  Not a squeaky toy survived in his palace.

My momma is not only the best weenie momma...

...and the best boxer momma, she's also the best black lab momma.  Cuz last night she heard Kain panting funny and acting a little strange.  They were laying in the closet for a long time.  She even took her pillow and blanket in there so he could lay down with her.  But finally my momma and the Big Guy took Kain in the car somewhere for a couple hours.  Kacy and I were a little worried because it was so late.  When they came home Kain was fine but he smelled like that special wiener hospital I went to.  I guess it's a special black lab hospital as well.  He was really tired today.  My momma says that what happens with ol' gray dogs.

I was a little concerned...

...when I loaded up in the car without Kain and Kacy.  We drove a long time before we got into the hills of Texas.  It seemed familiar to me and yup, we got to the place I've stayed at few times before.  I had to stay in my kennel for a little while each day but by the 3rd day I realized it was safe to let someone know that I wanted out.  Oddly enough, I didn't have to get back into the kennel but stayed with my human and the Big Guy.  We laid around in bed for a long time, then we went for a long drive up and down hills.  We stopped for lunch at a place where even I got to sit at the table.  That was pretty cool until a cat came and laid under my table. 
It wasn't a bad long weekend but I was sure tired when we got home.  Kain and Kacy were happy to see us though I think there may have been a little schedule confusion for them.  We really do just like to stick to the routine.

Our morning routines are the best...

4:30 a.m.  - quick trip outside to take care of business. Our bathroom command is "get busy" and it gets a little forceful when we think we should just follow our noses.
6:30 a.m. - my momma and the Big Guy return home smelling really, really good and we get leashed up and taken for a walk around the 'hood.  I, as any self respecting dachshund should do, sniff and check out every hole along the way.
7:00 a.m. - upstairs for morning treats - the really good homebaked cookies my momma makes.
7:30 a.m. - special cereal bowl treat just for me from the Big Guy
8:00 a.m. - back down stairs for our breakfast - we wait patiently for the "go ahead"
8:00:30 a.m. - looking to see what the plan is...
... I like to get a little speedwork in and then it's NAP TIME.

My momma stayed calm...

...during a dog crisis this morning.  We were all still laying around in the bedroom when Kacy got up and went down the hall and fell down.  She was twitching and kicking the wall but my momma was there in a flash to help Kacy stay safe.  Kain and I stayed close because we were a little worried about the Big Butt.  Once she was calm Kacy had a little accident but my momma said that doesn't matter.  We stayed on the floor for a while and then we made sure Kacy could stand up.  Don't worry Big Butt, I'll keep an eye on you.

I can't help it...

...that I am 30 inches long tip to tip
Yes, I can take up an entire chair.  Yes, I think we should get a king-sized bed.  Yes, I like to stretch out.

and Yes, I have big feet.

Get well soon

This has been one of our favourite daily dachshund blogs to read for a few years now so we know all about the troubles Maggie and Joey have gone through.  Our whole family is hoping that Maggie gets to go home soon.
http://dachshundlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/dads-little-princess.html

We don't often chat with other dogs...

...during our morning walks. But this morning my human made a bee-line for the guy that walks the other wiener in the hood.  Except this morning he was walking 2 wieners.  We all had met the 2nd wiener before but she didn't.  So we had to stop and blah blah blah blah blah.  I just sat down and waited why those 2 wieners got a lot of attention.  The new wiener was barking right in Kacy's and Kain's face and they let him.  I suppose I should be jealous but technically all of us wieners are related somehow.  Give a weenie a break, right?
The man said the new wiener wasn't treated very nice before he got him.  Little weenie has some scars on his chest and back.   But let me tell ya, he sure is a shiny little wiener.  And the other wiener girl has allergies so she was happy just to get scratched.

I pity the fool...

...(or at least the neighbors cleaning lady) who dares to step into our 'hood.  You think I'm joking about the black dog gang?!? Sure, Kacy isn't black but she's a big girl that doesn't mess around.  And we all know Kain's capabilities in the "mean as hell" department.

We spend a lot of time together...

...as a pack.  Kain seems to be happier now that he realizes he is a dog and can have dog friends.  I spend extra time each day with him so he knows this is the best home for dogs. I really like playing with him now without the fear of a sudden temper tantrum.  I think he might remember how much fun we used to have when I was a little boy and we would play Chase the Fast Little Wiener.  My human makes us all hang out together to help us feel good.  She will trim our nails, which none of us like.  But we let her because she gives a great dog massage.  She will brush us to keep us shiny.  She will get the vacuum out to clean up our hair and I will remind her by sitting politely in front of the vacuum that she should get busy vacuuming us instead of the carpet.  She makes me so happy when she asks "Who wants some?"  I guess she makes all of us happy because we all line up and wait our turn.

I almost forgot to tell you that I had...

...a breakthrough. 
We had a visitor to the house the other night and he looked so much like the Big Guy (nope it wasn't Big Guys brother - he still scares me).
Tall.
Bald.
Happy.
So even though I was on high alert my momma told me she was very impressed with my inquisitive peeks and wagging tail.
Maybe everyone who comes to visit should just shave their head.  Help a weenie out.

Weenies, wieners, dachshunds, hot dogs...

...lot of names for us and lots of blogs by us.  My human keeps showing me some pretty awesome ones.  We like to see them all.

My human says that I am the...

...smartest wiener.  Smarter than boxers.  Smarter than labs.  That's because I figured out after only 2 lessons that when the water bowl is empty and I'm thirsty, all I have to do is ring the bell and Voila! someone comes along and fills the bowl for me.