My friend's lovely children are almost excited as me about finding Margaret! I think it's the closest to having a pet as they'll get. Not even allowed a hamster in their household. Yesterday I was given this fetching pencil case in the shape of a Dachshund! It's called Pip. A slightly different take on pencil cases to my day, I seem to remember having this ghastly green furry thing that had bits of pencil sharpenings in it and smelt funny. However Pip will not be used as a pencil case, I don't think my bag is big enough to carry it! But thank you Joe and Molly for Pip, very much!
Monday, 28 September 2009
Pip
My friend's lovely children are almost excited as me about finding Margaret! I think it's the closest to having a pet as they'll get. Not even allowed a hamster in their household. Yesterday I was given this fetching pencil case in the shape of a Dachshund! It's called Pip. A slightly different take on pencil cases to my day, I seem to remember having this ghastly green furry thing that had bits of pencil sharpenings in it and smelt funny. However Pip will not be used as a pencil case, I don't think my bag is big enough to carry it! But thank you Joe and Molly for Pip, very much!
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Chuffed!
Chuffed to find my new Madonna album lying on the door mat today. I ordered it online thinking I'd receive it asap from the release date but noooooooo! It arrived this morning! Yippeee! A Celebration is defo going on. Just need to find my cone bra and leotard.Hmmm, Dachshunds are known to be spunky, fearless creatures. They're very entertaining and tend to be interactive with the people they love. They love to be the star of the show and can keep a room entertained with their antics. Just like Madonna.
Friday, 25 September 2009
Comfort Zone
I visited my friends last night who have a 14 day old baby. So tiny and adorable but so scary! How can something so little and precious scare me?! I held baby Michael in my arms for a mere 30 seconds and had to hand him back as he screwed his face up and blasted out this almighty scream. His daddy came to the rescue and cuddled him back into his comfort zone!Got me thinking about my search for Margaret. The day we meet and we leave together for home, I will be taking a tiny pup away from her mum and into my life. It does seem quite daunting and for sure, something you as the owner have to deal with in your own way. I have been reading up about Dachshunds, taking them into your home and what it involves. Quiet rightly the book is for "dummies"....My dad called me a dummy for wanting a puppy, "it's so much work Jennifer..." I know, but I am ready for it! This is my comfort zone.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Margaret
So Fudge's memory lives on. She passed away about 10 years ago. I know the family still miss her, but we have good memories and fun photos!
So back today...at this stage in my life, I want....a puppy....yes I do! I am ready!
When I was very little, my Grannie's next door neighbour had a dachshund called Dare. I was always intrigued by this creature so I guess that's why now I would love my own little Dachshund. Too cute and adorable, I would love one.
My partner and I are agreed on a Dachshund (I think he had no choice). A mini, smooth haired one, we'd like a red one. I can't wait! How many videos on youtube can one watch, oohing and ahhin over mini dachshund puppies? Well, I can never tire! There are hundreds of them! Fabulous.
Now where is our future pup?
The search is on....I have a name, I've got the love, now I just need to find Margaret.
So back today...at this stage in my life, I want....a puppy....yes I do! I am ready!
When I was very little, my Grannie's next door neighbour had a dachshund called Dare. I was always intrigued by this creature so I guess that's why now I would love my own little Dachshund. Too cute and adorable, I would love one.
My partner and I are agreed on a Dachshund (I think he had no choice). A mini, smooth haired one, we'd like a red one. I can't wait! How many videos on youtube can one watch, oohing and ahhin over mini dachshund puppies? Well, I can never tire! There are hundreds of them! Fabulous.
Now where is our future pup?
The search is on....I have a name, I've got the love, now I just need to find Margaret.
Monday, 14 September 2009
Fudge
Ever since I was born, I have wanted a dog.
Ok perhaps not quite since that very moment I came into contact with the big wide world but as far back as I can remember I have always wanted a dog. I used to skulk around our back lane waiting to pounce on unsuspecting dog walkers. “Can I walk your dog?” I’d ask as they proudly walked past me with their mongrel.
Usually I was lucky and walked along the street with the owner keeping a close eye on this strange child as she held tightly onto their beloved dog’s lead.
My parents and I lived in the city; I had a great group of friends. We’d play out on the streets and head home when we were hungry. Everything was going swimmingly until one evening my mum, dad and I drove out to a cottage in the middle of the country.
From this moment on, my life changed and I was no longer a city kid - my folks bought this gorgeous cottage and I became a country kid. (Not through choice I may add.) However, with the promise of a dog if we moved to the country it felt like all my birthdays had come at once....we got a pup, a CUTE fab pup and we named her Fudge.
Fudge was a Jack Russell, full of life and loved the outdoors. She had the craziest personality, not sure if this was due to her spending most of her life every day with my mother but she was just ace.Fudge led a wonderful life in the country and was part of my family and my years growing up in the country however having a dog wasn't quite the same as I thought or dreamt it to be.
It was like having a sister who craved attention over ME! I am an only child, I may add! Also Fudge needed walking, fed and had her favourites. Mum during the week, Dad at the weekend and me when she felt like it.
A little put out I may have been but Fudge and I had many adventures and she was my companion when I pitched my tent in the field beside out house during the summer nights. We'd sleep there together, quivering at the spooky noises, anything that moved outside our eyes would open and peer....who was it or what was it? I think she'd been hoping it would be my mum telling us to come back inside.
When I was ill, Fudge would be my side and making sure I was ok.Fudge was part of my family for years, she sadly passed away when she 15 years old. Grey, worn out but she had had a wonderful life!
Ok perhaps not quite since that very moment I came into contact with the big wide world but as far back as I can remember I have always wanted a dog. I used to skulk around our back lane waiting to pounce on unsuspecting dog walkers. “Can I walk your dog?” I’d ask as they proudly walked past me with their mongrel.
Usually I was lucky and walked along the street with the owner keeping a close eye on this strange child as she held tightly onto their beloved dog’s lead.
My parents and I lived in the city; I had a great group of friends. We’d play out on the streets and head home when we were hungry. Everything was going swimmingly until one evening my mum, dad and I drove out to a cottage in the middle of the country.
From this moment on, my life changed and I was no longer a city kid - my folks bought this gorgeous cottage and I became a country kid. (Not through choice I may add.) However, with the promise of a dog if we moved to the country it felt like all my birthdays had come at once....we got a pup, a CUTE fab pup and we named her Fudge.
Fudge was a Jack Russell, full of life and loved the outdoors. She had the craziest personality, not sure if this was due to her spending most of her life every day with my mother but she was just ace.Fudge led a wonderful life in the country and was part of my family and my years growing up in the country however having a dog wasn't quite the same as I thought or dreamt it to be.
It was like having a sister who craved attention over ME! I am an only child, I may add! Also Fudge needed walking, fed and had her favourites. Mum during the week, Dad at the weekend and me when she felt like it.
A little put out I may have been but Fudge and I had many adventures and she was my companion when I pitched my tent in the field beside out house during the summer nights. We'd sleep there together, quivering at the spooky noises, anything that moved outside our eyes would open and peer....who was it or what was it? I think she'd been hoping it would be my mum telling us to come back inside.
When I was ill, Fudge would be my side and making sure I was ok.Fudge was part of my family for years, she sadly passed away when she 15 years old. Grey, worn out but she had had a wonderful life!
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