Posts Tagged "Speck"

Speck gets out of bed and goes straight to his crate where he gets all wrapped up in a sheet and quilt; whatever is in there, he gets himself wrapped up in it.

The other morning I was going to run a few errands and wanted to wake him up to get him to go outside.  I pulled on the sheet that was in the crate and . . no dog!

Then I saw his pillow move.

He must’ve thought he was fixing to eat because he’s licking his lips!

OK!  OK!  Not very enthusiastic about emerging from inside the pillowcase but if he has no choice, he will come out . . though taking his sweet time about it!

This was one of those questions we talked about a while back when we agreed to disagree.  The good news is that it just don’t matter!  If you insist on washing your fabric before using it, you’re probably dead set on why you do it and you will not consider not washing.  I’m right in this group with  you.  If you don’t wash, you probably have weighed out the risks and have no fear of using unwashed fabric.

I have several reasons for washing first.

1. I just think the fabric behaves better when it’s been washed. Sometimes it’s kinda slippery or has a mind of its own before washed.  Know what I mean?
2. I like to know what the fabric is going to feel like once its been washed.  It will get washed eventually in a quilt.  I have had a fabric from a quilt shop that was very limp and thin feeling after having been washed.  I only remember it happening once . . to a pink fabric that I really liked but decided not to use.
3. Probably most important is . . you never know where the fabric has been stored and whose package it was sitting next to on the UPS truck.  There could have been cooties in the package sitting right next to my package and some of them may have come visiting and I don’t want them.  I like for my fabric to be clean . . very clean . . before I use it.

Wait just a minute!  Is that a dog in the middle of my pile of clean fabric that just came out of the dryer? Yes, and what are you going to do about it?

Looks like Speck isn’t too concerned about getting his cooties in my nice clean fabric.

I guess it’s safe to say that we can scratch #3 from my reasons for washing fabric.  It surely isn’t “very clean” after a dachshund has been sleeping in the pile.  He’s a clean dog . . as far as dogs go but he’s still a dog and I bet he has cooties!  Maybe I’ll wash it again or . . maybe not!  I know . . I’ll iron it.  Ironing kills cooties, right?

Life doesn’t seem very fair when you’re the only girl in the house.  The chickens are all girls (I hope) but they’re not actually inside my house so they can’t really count.  Vince and Chad are both so used to having good food available any time they want it.  Speck has learned from them apparently.

As soon as I start cooking, Speck starts hitting his bowl . . kinda wiggling it around on the tile floor so it makes enough noise that I notice he wants to eat too.  If I don’t immediately jump to attention, grab the bowl and fill it up, he gets more aggressive with bouncing the bowl around.  I usually just pick the bowl up if I’m not going to fill it immediately and that stops the noise.

When I was fixing breakfast over the weekend, I guess my mind was somewhere else and I wasn’t paying attention to him.  First thing I knew, he’d pushed his bowl all the way in the kitchen . . right in front of me.

Guess he thinks there’s more than one way to get my attention.

He did finally get his eggs!   Please excuse the dirt at the kick vent.  I sweep in the morning and don’t turn it on til Chad wakes up because it makes noise when I turn it on.  No need to wake him any earlier than necessary . . another mouth to feed!

Speck has tummy problems and we’ve started making his food at home.  He still isn’t “well” but he’s doing much better and I feel like I’m giving him more nutritious food.

Because even though he’s doing better, his calcium level is low.   To whatever he’s eating, we add a spoonful of plain yogurt and he’s getting a multi-vitamin every day.  He gets either a scrambled egg or a bowl of steel cut cooked oatmeal, with the spoonful of yogurt.

The batch of food I make is cooked brown rice, cooked ground beef drained of as much fat as possible, cooked spinach and carrots.

Stir it all up, put it in smaller portions, seal it and freeze it til needed.  The square container will go in the fridge and that’s what we’ll use now.

Speck loves the egg and this meat/veggie mixture.  He isn’t so crazy about the oatmeal but he does eat it too.

Let’s just get this out of the way . . the dog sleeps in the big bed . . the bed where the wife used to sleep before the TV was put in the bedroom.  Not really . . that’s a joke.  OK?  There’s no TV in the bedroom and the wife still sleeps there.  Speck didn’t always sleep with us but he does now.  But, he’s a dachshund and he isn’t supposed to jump so we’ve never let him jump into or out of our bed.  We pick him up and put him in or out of the bed.  He never really tries to jump into the bed . . why should he?

The other night I knew I was going to be staying up much later than Vince so I went to turn back the bed and remove the extra pillows.  Why can’t most men do that?  If Vince had his way, there would be no extra pillows on the bed.  Anyway, I turned the covers back, took off a couple of pillows; then thought I should take my shower too.  Turned the shower on to let it run for a minute to get warm water, went back into the bedroom to get my clothes and look who was in bed!

He must’ve been trying to pretend he didn’t see me so maybe I wouldn’t see him but he’s giving me that dachshund “out of the corner of my eye” look.

He wasn’t at all happy about being disturbed but he just didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.  No, I didn’t leave him in the bed.  He would’ve jumped down eventually . . doesn’t like being left alone.

If you love dachshunds, you have to say Speck is a cute one!

Thanks everyone for writing about Speck.  All those stories about the dogs that ate chocolate (or worse) and survived are surely nice to hear.  Wish I could’ve heard some of those between midnight and 5 a.m. last night!

From all appearances, he’s back to normal.  He’s been up and down the stairs his limit and we’re going to have to start using the gate again to keep him off the stairs.  I was eating peanut brittle just a minute ago and here’s Speck sitting next to me begging for a bite.  Speck gets his fashion sense from Vince . . he doesn’t even care that his harness is way off center!