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Likes: Sitting in the window. I love to ride on any wheels, especially the wheelbarrow.
Pet-Peeves: That noisy woodpecker in the morning. I get worried if someone says: "Here kitty-kitty"
Favorite Toy: My Dad's fingers, Mr. Bear
Favorite Food: Innova kibble, soft mushed carrots, low-fat string cheese.
Favorite Walk: There's an acre of new smells for my nose in our yard. Lizards, bunnies and mousies. She loves going for a ride in her AT3 Pet Stroller.
Best Tricks: When you look into my big brown eyes, you'll want to do anything that I ask.
Arrival Story: Dad noticed my ad in the Pennysaver, and Mom insisted on driving out to Lucerne Valley to see me. They were more than ready for me, and I'm so loved. I make them laugh a lot.
Bio: My natural Mom, Pony, was a smooth-haired black and tan, my natural Dad was a long haired Dachshund. All my brothers and sisters were smooth-haired and red, with wrinkled foreheads. Mom was hooked on one of my brothers, but Dad asked my breeders where the female long-haired was hiding. My breeders were hoping to keep me, but they could tell that I was going to a good home.
Forums Motto: I'm The Best Watch Dog!
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It's 3:25 a.m. and Mocha hears aliens! Nothing is worse than a Dachshund on vibrate mode. Actually, it was our smoke detectors because all three of them had their batteries changed at the same time and all three of them needed new batteries. Mom and Dad took out the batteries but that wasn't enough to calm down the little Dachshund on vibrate. She wanted to go outside, and to the furthest corner of the yard to escape the aliens. Finally Mom dragged her back to bed and decided to watch "BARTOK THE MAGNIFICENT", a freebie from Kelloggs, to provide a little distraction and kill time until the vibrating stopped. Mocha finally fell asleep at the end of the bed, and looked very bleary when it was time to get up for the day. Alien visits will do that.
Mom was fixing turkey burgers for dinner and as Dad walked by she said: "Jarlsberg?" trying not to say the cheese word. Didn't work. I ran in the kitchen to see if she had any available. (Hee! Hee!)
Mom loves to read Kitchie's diaries! Kitchie has such funny, crazy parents! I sure hope that Kitchie doesn't have to ever wear deodorant! Kitchie likes to chase lizards too, but I never catch any lizards here, I wouldn't know what to do with them! Mom is going to add some new details about me, but she's not going to continue the Summer tag to my friends because it's so late at night here.
1. Today she yelled "Bad Girl!" at me (the nerve!) because I was standing in the horse manure that she had loaded under our Texas Umbrella tree. She wasn't sure if I was eating it like Buster, and I won't tell you if I was. Does anyone out there know if horse manure can make a doggie sick?
2. If Mom hasn't been giving me enough attention during the day, I've taken to sleeping on my lazy boy chair at night instead of sleeping next to her. Last night I was going to sleep on my chair, but when all the coyotes started howling, I gave her a little woof to wake her up and get up next to her.
3. I've been trying to convince Mom to sleep outside on the front porch so that I can sleep there on my Coolaroo. She might just do it tomorrow night because it's going to be the best night for the meteor shower.
4. I'm Mom's supervisor. When Mom says: "It's time to fix the barbeque" I run down the ramp from my lazy boy chair and hustle out to where she cleans and prepares the barbeque. There's a mousie living near there and I'm trying to convince Mom that she needs to remove all the lumber above it instead of getting the barbeque ready for dinner. So far, no luck.
5. Mom took me for a walk up the road two nights ago before dusk, and when a fellow way up the road carried his trash to his dumpster I started barking like crazy and pulling on my leash to tell him that he was on MY road. Then when we were coming back, a little two year old beautiful girl came out with her Mommie to their dumpster and started calling: "Doggie, Doggie!" so I stopped, started kicking my back legs one at a time to show her whose road that was and started barking at her from quite a distance.
6. Mom has been giving my low-fat cottage cheese to make me forget that I ever tasted cheddar cheese, but I still come running at the sound of cheddar cheese being grated.
7. My Dad loves me and I love him! He always takes time to bend down and give me the touch.
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