WARNING: This post makes mention of regurgitation and bile. Just FYI.

My sweet little Maisie is a glutton for punishment, in the most literal sense of the cliched phrase.

If there was a t.v. show called  My Strange Addiction: Puppy Version, sister Moo would totally qualify.

She loves to eat stuffing from her doggy toys.  Since we discovered this we've only been buying stuffing-less toys or toys with the tiniest amount.

Still, she finds the stuffing.

Maisie can sniff out stuffing before we've even brought it through the door. 

Just this morning, Hub was reshaping the back pillow of a chair, so he unzipped the cover.  The millisecond after he made that decision, Maisie ran, jumped, and stole a piece of stuffing right from the pillow, and ran away at lightening speed.  She spent Sunday barely moving, and still she goes after the stuff.

Saturday when we were out, she sneaked a toy with stuffing, ripped it to shreds, and ate the delicious cottony inside.  (Gross).

We discovered her bad behavior when we returned to find the toy torn up, and our suspicions were confirmed later when she began regurgitating the eaten stuffing. (Even More Gross).

What happens to the poor pup is that she eats the stuffing, vomits, feels bad, vomits some more, feels worse, refuses to eat, vomits bile, feels even worse, etc., etc. until we force feed her.

Gross.  It's all gross.

(Fear not, friends, bile and regurgitation will not become regular vocabulary words or topics on this blog).

That's all,

The Puppy Children

Hub and I have two puppy children, and that's all we'll have.  I have a rule about not having more animals than humans in a house. 


I call them our puppy children because that's how we treat them.  We get excited to bring home a new toy.  We love watching them run around the apartment.  You know, as if they were real humans.


At first I felt strangely about this, but then I decided that most people regard their pets as integral family members even if they refuse to admit.  So, there ya go.  I'm admitting it--we treat our dogs kind of like they're people, kind of like they're our children, and I'm okay with that.  In fact, I like it.


You met Miss Maisie back in July just after she came to live with us. 

That's when she looked like this.

Now she looks more like this.  She's a whopping 6.5 lbs.  What a big girl.


In December we got Mr. Melvin.  Isn't he a cutie? 

Here he is riding around in my mom's apron pocket over Christmas.

Maisie and Melvin became the best of pals within minutes.  They play all the time, and when one wanders off, the other searches until the missing friend is found.

If you look closely at Melvin's eye, you can see that his is half-blue, too, just like Maisie's.
Presh.

Happy Saturday, 

My Favorite Puppy Girls

When Hub and I went home over the 4th of July, I took the opportunity (about 10 minutes before we left) to take some pictures of and with my favorite puppy girls, Dixie and Maisie.  

Aren't they the sweetest?

Meet Miss Maisie!

Maisie 

is a 9 week old Miniature Dachshund. 

Her favorite pastimes are chewing, running around the apartment at warp speeds, cuddling, and sleeping.  She has two temperaments: asleep and crazy.

Hub and I love her so very dearly; it borders on ridiculous.  We don't care.

Her fur is three different colors: black, white/gray, and the typical dachshund red.

She is beautiful.

She is very tiny (fewer than 3 pounds).

Her right eye is brown; her left eye is half brown and half blue.  You can see it a little in the picture above.  I love her eyes.

Currently, she is learning how to potty outside, sleep through the night, and distinguish what is an is not an appropriate chew toy.  She is also starting to learn her name.  I probably don't help with this because along with calling her "Maisie" I also refer to her as 

Maisie Daisy

Maisie Moo

Puppy

Puppy Tuppy

Turkey Lurkey

Little Lady

Crazy Maisie

Little Devil Dog

Lovie

I think there are more, but you get the point.

She  has just mastered going all the way up and all the way down the stairs all by herself.  It's quite humorous to watch.

She is so much fun and so full of energy.  These pictures would probably lead you to believe that I'm lying about the full of energy part, but when she's moving, it's all too fast for a camera.  (at least to fast for my phone's camera, from which all these pictures came)

She likes to play with iPhones; her nose can operate them.  Her favorite t.v. show is Bones, and she would prefer that I never read; she especially hates, but loves to chew, magazines.

Her favorite place to be is in someone's lap, and she is very friendly.

She is not a big fan of being left alone, even if we are just a room away, so she is usually right at our feet.  I like that.

Soon* I'll tell you how Hub and I came to adopt such a fabulously fiesty little puppy.  I think it's a good story.

Maisie sends her love,  

                              

*I'm going to stop saying I'll post things "tomorrow" and start saying I'll post things "soon." That way, when I don't things posted on the appropriate "tomorrow," I won't feel so guilty. 

We Lost Our Minds and Got a Puppy. we are starting to recover. (our sanity, that is)

I was MIA from the blogosphere last week mostly due to the fact that Hub and I lost our minds last Sunday afternoon and got ourselves a puppy and then took a trip to Arkansas.

It's been one of those kinds of weeks.  You know, ten kinds of crazy.

Our sweet, 99%-of-the-time-precious puppy is a 9 week old Miniature Dachshund.

Her name is 

Maisie.

(may-zee)

Isn't she beautiful?

Here she is resting the night we brought her home.

I fell in love with her about 2.5 seconds after I saw her.

Come back tomorrow for a better introduction.

xoxo,