Did you ever find that perfect sunny spot in the house? You know the one, it’s warm and soft, and makes you just want to snuggle up and close your eyes.
There really is only one thing that can drag me from a sunny spot…..COOKIES!
Do you have any? Because I’d gladly lend you my sunny spot for the afternoon if you did! *wink* 
Since I’ve been laying a little low lately (while mom’s recovering from knee surgery), I decided it would be fun to share some of my adorably cute photos from my puppy years. I didn’t have a blog back then, so these photos haven’t seen the light of day in quite some time. But have no fear, it’s Throwback Thursday time, and I’ve dug through my archives and found some super sweet puppy pictures to brighten your day!
As you can see, even at a couple months old I was quite the athletic guy! It’s no wonder my muscles are huge now. And check out my spots! I bet you didn’t know that I’m actually a red dapple, and at certain times of the year (when the sun hits me just right) my spots are much more visible.
I hope you enjoyed my #throwbackthursday – perhaps I’ll have to make this a regular feature on the blog!
It’s no secret that my mom takes TONS of photos of me. Like for every one you see on my blog there are probably 20 that don’t make the cut.
Now even though I know I’m like the holy grail of cuteness when it comes to dogs, that’s a lot of photos if you think about it – and it also pretty much means that I have a camera in my face 24/7.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love having my photo taken, but sometimes I’m not always in the photogenic mood.
No, sometimes I’m just plain tired and try as I might I just can’t muster the energy to put on a show for the camera.
But just as soon as I decide I’d much rather take a nap during today’s photoshoot I’m reminded of all of you.
Yes, I’m reminded of those of you reading my blog in secret at work, or sneaking a peek on your phone during class, or waiting to catch a glimpse of my adorable mug on my Facebook page. And I am ashamed. Ashamed for showing you a photo of my behind – while still very adorable – it just doesn’t cut it.
So I gathered my strength, and gave it all the effort my tiny little hot dog body had to make your day a little brighter.
It’s my half smile. You’re welcome.
Last Saturday I joined the Elite and took a trip to Dressage at Devon. Dressage to me looks like a bunch of fancy ponies prancing around (sometimes to music) in an arena. But being as I’m a super amazing horse trainer, I know it’s got to be so much more than that. Mom told me that Dressage is sort of like Ballet for horses (except without the tutus). In fact, my mom herself has a fancy smancy Dressage horse, Niatross – or as we call him around the farm “Nitro”. When Nitro was younger he was apparently quite the Dressage competitor, but nowadays Nitro is happily enjoying retirement at the family farm. Should I be so lucky someday!
My view from the stands
During my trip to Devon I got to watch the Grand Prix Dressage Freestyles, in which the horses ride to music. Sometimes Dressage can get kinda boring – and it’s typical to hear a lot of Classical Music. However, this year a lot of the riders used some really neat music – including Madonna’s “Vogue”. I don’t know much about music, but I do know I was dancing in my seat to all the cool beats!
The other thing about Devon is the crowds, not just the people crowd, but the dog crowd. It’s a known fact that only the coolest dogs attend Devon. I’m not trying to brag, but I’m like a Devon expert. I know just how to navigate the crowds without being stepped on – and believe me, I can totally sniff out the funnel cake!
I smell funnel cake!
During my escapades in the crowd I met lots of new people. I even met a lady that said she bred Dachshunds. She told me I was a very gorgeous Dachshund – don’t worry I told her I was a boy and that she should call me handsome. She oo’d and ahh’d over my red dapple coat….and something about Wild Boar hair on my tail. I don’t know what the heck she was talking about, but I KNOW I didn’t come from any Wild Boar.
Oh please let me eat those french fries!
Fancy Dressage ponies weren’t the only ones at Devon. I even got to meet a few “officers” – I promise I’m not in trouble with the law. I kinda kept my distance though, would you believe that their feat are bigger than my entire body? I didn’t know ponies came that big!?
Do they need any police dog Dachshunds on the force? I could sniff out bad guys!
Sigh. Devon proved to be just too exhausting for me and I conked out before the end of the show. Maybe next year I’ll be able to stay up for the whole thing!
It’s past my bedtime