Saturday, December 14, 2013

Giving Thanks

I know This post may seem a bit belated, as it's almost Christmas, but I've learned it's never too late to give thanks.

I started this blog so I would have a place to write down all of my memories of Simon. Our adventures, and moments of the the pure love and bond I have with him. Looking over this blog, it seems I'm lacking in posting, I'm hoping 2014 brings me lots of love, memories and adventures to share, as well as a few oldies but goodies from along the way.

I figured since it's so close to the Christmas season, I would share a few photographic memories instead of a lengthy post.  









Happy Holidays!
Emmy and Simon

P.S. You can also find Simon Here at packdog.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

At Last - Simon and Me

For my little Simon's 15th birthday, and six years of being with me. I have updated his video. Enjoy!


Friday, June 14, 2013

Making the bed... Wiener Dog style

Doing anything of house work, or blogging with Simon around is always a bit tricky. In the soon to be six years he has been in this house, I have yet to do a load of laundry without my clothes in one arm and Simon in the other.

I'm so going to rock at being a mom... you know down the road...in five years.

So of course when it's time to change and wash my (read: our) bed sheets, Simon right there to "help" me. Normally I try to find a distraction ( Go get your baby, Simon!) or send him to see his "Grandma" for a few minutes. That way right about the time he decides he's over doing whatever tactic I used, I'm almost done putting on the new sheets.

Well this time mommy didn't get so lucky, and my helper decided not only did he not want to be distracted away while I did this, but wasn't going to help either. Instead planting himself right in the middle of the bed.

It's moments like this that teach me to just go with it, and go with it I did.

Well... Just see for yourself.

Whats that odd lump under my bed sheets?

Simon?

Yes, Mom?

I like it under here, it's like a fort.

Really, I'm comfy. Don't make me come out.
I guess cuddling with you is ok too.
So, how do your fur kids help you do things?

Friday, May 31, 2013

The Licker License

What started as a joke purchase, has turned into a self fulfilling prophecy of sorts.

Let me explain. I'm a dog lover to the nth degree. Meaning not only do I love them, but stuff about them, for them and everything in between. So here's what happened. I think it was about a year or so after my Simon came into my house, I was away with a friend and her family. We happen to be staying in Michigan's very own German town, so of course any pet store in this town is almost legally bound to sell any and all Dachshund memorabilia. Which for a person like me, is my new happy place, and stealer of all my money. Thank god I don't they have a website, it would not end well for me.

Upon entering this store, my eyes were immediately drawn to a rack of all dog breed "Licker Licenses" Well.I.Had.To.Have.One. So I spun the rack around, and wouldn't you know, they had a Dachshund one. Six bucks for the sign and probably about thirty bucks in other items of eye catching must haveness, I went home. I showed my mother ( who was babysitting Simon) the sign, had a few jokes over how cute it was, and hung it on the wall in my bedroom.

I didn't know Simon could read, or that maybe I should have looked for one with a expiration date on with the licking license stopped.

Simon loves to lick...anything. He LOVES skin, summer time is his favorite. So much exposed skin, not enough tongue. However, when skin is sparse, the couch, bed sheets, air will do. As long as we can lick.

This condition is so bad, he now kicks in his sleep. This tongue WILL NOT stay in his mouth. It just doesn't know how. I think Simon trys, I mean a licking addiction must be one of the worst to have. Hello feet, and in between toes. But he just can't help himself.

I admit some days it feels nice, I now have a few spots on my legs I will never ave to shave again. Other days the wet,slimy, dog breath gets to be too much.

So, I ask you. is this a wiener trait and there's no cure or just a dog thing?

Emily

Friday, May 24, 2013

Rescue Me - Simon and Me

Made this video a while ago for my baby, Simon. It's not time to update the pictures and add a new song. Any ideas?

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Picking Sides

This was how I woke up this morning. Simon, in the mood to cuddle, decided that laying onto of mommy was the best idea...ever. This is not an odd thing with Simon. Some days I wake up to a foot in my nose, or a tail in my mouth.

In the past few months, we have come to a sleeping agreement of sorts. We each have a side of the bed. And what I'm about to blog next, will tell just who is running the show. As if you couldn't already figure it out.

I have a full bed, big enough to sleep two full size adults.  Yet I sleep on my side, on the edge, fighting for covers. When I first got Simon, due to his short legs and long back, I decided to put my bed on the floor. My back is killing me most days, Simon, however, can get on and off the bed with ease. That's what is most important.

I also like to sleep on the side of the bed closest to my bathroom. At my beds current placement, this would be on the left side. Guess which side is now been deemed Simon's sides of the bed? If you said the right, you would be wrong, and not paying attention.

Now, Simon's had dog beds, blankets on the floor, my old pillows. He loves the 'big' bed. He loves taking over the whole bed, under covers, butt in mommies face.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.



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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

First Post

Well, Welcome to 'For The Love Of A Wiener Dog', this blog is going to be mainly about my little dog Simon. Who as I type this, is currently laying stretched out on my bed, snoring.

Let me start this blog by telling you a bit of back story on Simon. He is a rescue, and some days it's hard to tell if I rescued him or he rescued me. Simon came to me all the way from Georgia, I live in Michigan. Those sorts of dog transports are rare, like as in, Simon was the first for the lady who fostered him.

When he was placed into foster he was nine, another bad strike in getting him placed. Even the cutest ones can have a hard time finding a 'forever home' after a certain age. It's sad, and I wish I could take them all, but it's how it works I'm told.

Simon also came with baggage. It had been told to his foster mother, that Simon's old family had gotten a new puppy. The new puppy didn't seem to get along with Simon. In stead of making it work, or you know, getting rid of the new puppy. They locked Simon in a crate in a back bedroom, later getting rid of him. I was told I don't want to see his crate he arrived in, I'm sure I don't.

This is the point in the post, I stop and take a second to thank the wonderful woman who did in fact save him first. I do believe if it wasn't for her love of these little four legged babies, I would not have Simon. Why do I say this? Well, going into foster was not his first place. The family that owned him was just going to drop him off at a shelter, and let that be that. A friend of the family, however, knew about DRNA or Dachshund Rescue Of North America and had them try placing him there.

They listened, and he got spotted my his foster mom, who by some great feat, got him to Michigan and then eventually to me.

I was only meant to take his picture for his adoption profile page, at the time, the foster home he was in had a few new fosters needing pictures to go with their adoption pages on DRNA. As a hobby photographer, I said I would do it. It was taking pictures of dogs, why would I say no?

Now, I need to back track a bit, again. A few months before I met Simon, I had lost a dog of eight years to heart failure. It was rapid and unexpected. And after that, I wasn't ready for another dog. If ever.

So, Taking pictures of these new fosters seemed the best way to get a fix of a furry face, and not have to take one home. I was wrong. Way wrong.

I didn't even get to take Simon's picture before he was mine. Or maybe I was his. He did seem pretty sure, even on first meeting, that he had found his 'person'.

Simon will be fifteen this August. Five years, a ton of memories later, I'm so glad I went to take his picture.

And now that he is getting older, and starting to slow down a bit. I wanted to make this blog to share my memories of the little dog who I rescued, or who rescued me.

Emily and Simon