Nicknames: Edie-Grrrl, Edie-Sweetie, Eed, Eedster, Girly-Girl, Sis, Sister, Sisfur, Sissy No-britches, Little Wolf, Heater Wiener (given by a skin bro who observed that I like to rest on the warm air vent), Furself, Miss Thang
Birthday: April 29th 2005
Likes: I LOVE 2-leggers, especially my furmily! I never met a treat I didn't like, either!
Pet-Peeves: Not being sufficiently petted, feted, pampered, and adored; loud noises made by my hubros; being left alone
Favorite Toy: I have just discovered the joy of squeaky toys that are as tough as a rhino's hide so I cannot dismantle them in seconds flat. My furvorite is a football. I also love my squeaky soccer ball and my Galileo Chew toys.
Favorite Food: Whatever my furmily lets me have: ice cream, chicken, and steak are special favorites
Favorite Walk: To the pawrk
Best Tricks: Newest: Jump down at the sound of the Microsoft logoff 'song'. Other tricks: sit, shake hands, roll over, play dead, go to bed, go outside, and speak, bark to be picked up.
Arrival Story: My Gotcha Day was on my mama's 40th birthday (which was the day after my 3 hubros' 7th birthday; my uncle brought me to my new home). I was selected by his ML Dachsie pup Einie (short for Einstein). One of my hubros had been asking for a dog for over a year and my uncle finally found me. Einie was supposed to be their doggie, but my uncle had to keep him for a couple of weeks while my furmily had flooring in the house replaced. My aunt lost her dad and became very attached to Einie while waiting for my furmily to be ready to take him. So my aunt and uncle kept Einie and they found ME to go to my new home. BTW Einie is my bestdog! Woof, woof, woof!!!
Bio: My full name is Edelweiss Destiny. My humama wanted me to have a German name because Dachshunds are from Germany. She liked Edelweiss because it is a pretty wildflower (like me!). My middle name is Destiny for two reasons. First of all, my doggie mama's middle name is Destiny. Also, it was Destiny that brought me to my family. As you probably already figured out, I am called by my initials, E. D., or Edie!
Hey, pups! Just like my page banner suggests, our whole furmily has been clamoring for snow. My skin brothers are eleven years old and still haven't seen snow in a decent quality and quantity fur making snowmen and fur sledding.
Well, our wait is finally over! We have just over four inches of the white stuff on the ground right now. It would probably be more, but we had a changeover to sleet during the night fur a while.
When Humama let me out fur doin' business this morning, my lil' paws did not even sink down in the snow. I had a hard time getting back up the steps, but with a running start, I did it. Humama greeted me at the door with a warm towel. I really liked that! She even gave me a couple of treats, probably because she felt guilty about having to send me out to do business, and also because she was impressed with howl I got up those icy steps.
I hope to play outside with my furmily later today, and I also hope to star in some new photos fur my page. Wherever you are today, furiends, pawlease stay safe and warm (cool fur all my buddies who are in summertime locales). Until next time, furrs, this is your lil' Dachsie grrrl, reporting furom six inches high,
My poor skinbro Joe! He was up shortly after midnight, throwing up his toenails. He must've been sick five or six times. Our pawrents slept through it all until Hudad woke up around 4:45 after noticing that Joe's light was on.
Humama and I are staying home with our sick boy, who is running a fever to add to his other miseries. I am wearing my nurse's cap again, ready to comfort my boy any way I can. As soon as I finish barking this, Humama will get the doggies steps furom Ray's room (where I stay most nights) and put them beside Joe's bed.
I sure hope my boy feels better soon! If he does, do you pups suppose he'll pawlay ball with me?!
Gotta run do my rounds! Until later, signing off from six inches up, I am your loyal furiend
Hey, pups, I have been very busy and am now taking a short bark break. I got several cool pressies fur Christmas. One was a Snuggie, which is soft and fleecy, and I just love fleece! I got some Dingoes and doggie cookies, which are all so tasty. My furvorite was a Dachsie hot dog squeaker toy. Unfurtunately, I gnawed a hole in it in about ten minutes.
Humama took it to P-E-T-S-M-A-R-T to exchange fur another toy. It is always a challenge to find great toys fur me! I adore chew toys, and I have several of these. But squeakers are just divine, and espawcially hard to find, given my tendency to chew and shred. Howlever, the afurmentioned store, which I dare not actually name because I will go into zoomies and fits of joyous barking, carries a line of basically tough and nearly-indestructible squeaker toys. Humama chose a small green baseball squeaker fur me.
Boy, is it the BEST! It is like my furvorite toy... EVER! I am an official fetchaholic! Hudad took it away at bedtime the furst night, and I refused to go upstairs to bed with the boys. Instead, I stayed downstairs and whined and barked at Humama to give me the ball. She went to bed, and I gave up fur the night.
The next day, I was the furst one up, which just never happens. I barked at Humama when she refused to give me my ball, mumbling something about not letting me have it until everyone was awake. Silly hoomans.
I even took my ball when I went out last night to 'do business'. I left it out there (hard to pooper and squeaker at the same time!) by accident. When I got back in the house, I looked everywhere fur my ball, and Humama and skinbro Ray even joined the search. Ray suggested looking outside. Humama turned on the porch light and looked on the landing, and lo and behold, there sat my beautiful green ball! I did a happy grrrl dance on the spot!
Well, now that we are on the second snow day (which I just LOVE!), I have hoomans to pawlay fetch with me. I hope they don't put my ball away when they go out! Humama mumbled something about my needing supervision with it fur awhile to make sure I don't accidentally shred it.
I need to go find me a sucker, er, hooman who will fetch with me! Stay warm, pups... until next time, reporting furom six inches high, I am your very own