Going to the Races

Looks like we might be taking a trip. Mom found out about the National Dachshund Races and talked with Dad about going. It's way up in Ohio and we would be able to stop and see our Aunt Nancy and her pup Zee. We really aren't best buds but maybe we can try again during this visit. I think they might let me race but I don't think mom is too sure about me trying to run away. Once I get started running I may not stop. Sam may get to do the cart dog races. The people from the Races asked him to come so people could see what a great guy he is even though he can't walk or see. He's not impressed with the idea but that could be because he still isn't feeling really good. Mom said you could go look at the website to see what the races are all about. http://www.weinerrace.com/2009races.html

Sam didn't feel good this weekend

My brother Sam felt pretty bad the last few days. He stopped eating on Friday and Mom and Dad took him to the scary doctor on Saturday morning. I was afraid that the doc was going to make him stay there. I know how much he hates that. Luckily mom and dad brought him home. They told me he has a kidney infection, whatever that is I hope I don't get one. He has to take pills for awhile. He had a big fight with mom when she tried to give him a pill. I told him he should have just eaten the pill pocket that she gave him and it would have been much better. I think he bit her since I heard her say ouch! He's got some really big teeth. Now the good thing about all of this was mom cooked up chicken and rice for everyone! Sam decided her would eat that, no big surprise there.

Mom's friend Bobbie Jo came to see us for a while. She had one of her foster's with her. Her name was Dasha and she was hoping that she was going to her forever home that afternoon. She said that she was going to be on her best behavior when she met the family so they would want to take her home with them. She seemed really nice and she was very cute.

I am going to drive mom crazy!

I'm really not doing this intentionally but somehow it is happening anyway. There is a big yellow lab that is torturing me. It is hanging out right outside the fence and just stares at me. I bark and bark and it just stares at me some more. We saw it yesterday when we were taking our walk and it wouldn't even let me sniff him. He just ran away. Mom said that he lives over through the woods at the neighbors house. I have visited them before when I snuck out the door. They have a neat place. They have pigs and chickens both things that I love to chase and bark at. I would probably kill the chickens if I got a hold of one. I did that once a long time ago and mom got it out of my mouth before I killed it. Had feathers everywhere! It was lots of fun.

Been having lots of thunderstorms. I hate those loud noises. I want to bark at them but sometimes they are just to scary to even bark at. Then I have to find mom and make her hold me until they go away. Problem is Sam and Betty want to be held to so there isn't much room in her lap. She kind of has a dog blanker during storms. Tony can't hear so he doesn't care.

My Brother Sam the Doodle

I said I would tell you about my brother Sam. He is a Doodle. That is a dachshund/poodle mix. He doesn't walk much, his back legs don't really work to good. He can stand up and take a couple of steps but for the most part he kind of scoots around on his butt. He can get places pretty quick when he puts his mind to it. He where a thing around his tummy that he can pee into so mom doesn't get upset about pee trails around the house. Sometimes he poops in the house but mom tells me that he doesn't know that he's doing it so we don't get upset at him. She would give me a bunch of trouble if I did that. The other thing about Sam is he can't see. You'd never know it if we didn't tell you. He will go barreling down the driveway sometimes and mom gets kind of freaked out but he knows right where he is. I think he knows where the sides of the driveway are and kind of feels them to make sure he is where he should be. Mom is also really careful about not moving the furniture around. Sam doesn't like it when she does that and things get in his way. He really likes to talk a lot. He is a pretty good player but I have to stand real close so he can find me to play with.

Mom doesn't understand!

Mom had me jumping yesterday. She was putting down some kind of stuff on the floor in the room where she and dad sleep. She kept using the very dangerous thing that picks stuff up off the floor. It makes lots of noise and stuff keeps disappearing into it. She really does not understand what kind of danger she was in. I was warning and warning her but she wasn't listening. I am amazed that she survived. So I finally just sat there and watched. I figured the least I could do was supervise and then let dad know what happened to her if she got sucked up into the noisy thing. Well she did survive but I don't think they are done yet. Heard mom and dad talking about needing more of the floor stuff so they can finish it next weekend. Maybe she'll listen to me then.

Mom and dad got a neat machine that magically makes really great treats. She put meat into it and it made chewy treats. She tried to explain it to me and called it a dehydrator but I really don't care as long as it keeps popping out those yummy treats and even chicken cookies! Even Sam liked them and Sam doesn't like anything.

What you need to know about me!

So I am Fritz, a 9 year old red wiener dog that lives in Florida. Kinda hot here right now. Just had a big thunderstorm. Had to sit with mom and dad to make sure that I was OK. My brother Sam was a little scared to. Sam is not just a wiener dog he's part poodle also. That supposedly makes him a Doodle. I have a foster brother and sister too. One is named Tony. He is really old, over 17, and we let him think he's a dachshund. He is really just a wannabe, but we let him get away with it. My newest foster sister is named Betty Boop. We really don't know how old she is but probably between 12 and 16 years old. She has kind of come in and took over. I used to think I was the boss but I think she may be the boss now.

I have lived in Florida as long as I can remember. I've had at least three homes. My first dad got old and couldn't take care of me so I ended up at a shelter. They found out I had those old icky heartworms and my first dad loved me so much that he said he would pay to have them killed. The my second dad found me. He came and visited me with his daughter, Aunt Lorraine. They tried to keep me company while I had to sit real still in my cage. I really didn't feel good for a long time. He took me home with him finally and we had a great time. I would ride in his scooter with him everywhere. Sometimes I would get loose and it was great fun to have everyone chase me and try to catch me. I am really fast! But one day he didn't get up in the morning and there was lots of stuff going on and then my new mom came and got me and took me to a new home. I've lived here with Mom and Dad now for about 3.5 years.

I've got it pretty good. I have a doggie door that I can go in and out of and I am really good at protecting everyone. Mom get's a little upset with me when I decide to do this at 5am and makes me come in. I love to chase squirrels and lizards. I hunt for toads every night and even though they taste really bad I catch them. Sometime Mom takes me place to visit with people that are really nice. She says I'm a therapy dog, don't really know what that means but I like it most of the time.

I'll tell you more about my brother Sam next time.