Monday Mischief: The New Girl
Li’l Girl at the keyboard today… Mom’s still on hiatus. Well, apparently she can take a break from blogging, but she clearly hasn’t taken a break from being out of her fool mind. She even brought Daddy down with her this time. You’re not going to believe this, but they have gotten up to some SERIOUS mischief. Really, I think they’ve truly gone and lost their marbles.
They’ve brought another dog into MY our house.
A girl dog, even. A cute little black and tan thing. I do not like this one bit. I am to be the only cute little girl around here. They say it’s for a “trial basis”, but I know how they are… once a Dachshund’s in the house, it doesn’t leave. Daddy left for a little while on Thursday afternoon (on the 24th), but me and Austin didn’t think anything of it. Probably just going to pick us up some cheeseburgers like we commanded. NOPE. He wasn’t gone very long, and then came back with this little abomination our new guest:
As you can see by her temporary rescue tag, her name is Ginger. See her squishy little naked tummy? Mom says it’s still shaved from her recent surgeries – she was spayed and had to have a hernia repaired. Before being rescued, she was in a bad breeder/puppy mill situation and no one knows how many litters of puppies she was forced to have. Her skin and fur are not all pretty like mine… she has lots of little scars and hairless spots from past skin infections, and her fur is patchy and coarse. Mom and Dad say it’s because she has had a very tough life and has been through a lot of bad stuff. Some little scars might even be from fights.
They say that my fur wasn’t always so pretty, either… that I had thin fur and my tail was even almost hairless when they adopted me. Not anymore. I’m a gorgeous gal now, and I don’t remember being anything else. One of the evil witches that trim my nails groomer girls even said that my fur felt like soft velvet. I’m like, “Duh lady, the line forms that way to pet me.” But Mom and Dad said they went overboard giving me the good stuff, though, and now I’m too fat and they’re working on trimming some pounds off of me. Whatever. I’m VOLUPTUOUS. Austin is fit and thin and doesn’t seem to gain weight very easily. Typical guy.
ANYWAY, I feel really bad about Ginger’s past life, but I still don’t like her being here. Mom and Dad say that I’m jealous. Whatever. Austin’s not very happy, either… but he shows it in a different way than I do. We are all tolerating each other, but we are not being very friendly. Mom and Dad say we may get over this and we may not, which is why Ginger is here for a trial period. They say that our happiness is their priority… buuuut, I can already tell that they are falling for her. They keep saying that she’s so sweet, and I guess I will reluctantly admit that she is. She has some resource guarding issues, which is to be expected with her past. We have to give her what Mom calls “a wide berth” when she’s eating. BUT, that is already getting better and she’s getting more used to eating closer to us with no problems. If she stays, we will keep working on it. Mom and Dad were told she’d need to be fed separately, but they believe in overcoming problems (if they can) instead of accommodating them. Her other issues: cats and kids make her go berserk – we’re not fond of cats or kids, either… but we have a limit to how crazy they make us act. Ginger has no such limit. No cats or kids live here, BUT we can see them out the window and while on walks. If Ginger can even hear kids playing somewhere outside, she barks non-stop like a maniac. Mom and Dad admit they don’t have the expertise to know how to help with those issues, or if they even can be helped. Here’s the new little brat again:
Here’s a picture of the three of us looking very friendly, but believe me, looks are deceiving. I swear if she so much as touches me, I’m going to freak out.
And here we are looking even more friendly, but again, don’t be fooled. See how we’re kind of touching? I’m only tolerating it ‘cuz I’m sun-napping. If she moves and I feel her brush up against me, I give her a quick warning growl. I don’t care if Austin touches me… we lay touching all the time. We don’t cuddle the way me and my best pal LittleBear used to, but we’re still close in our own way. See our tails?
So yeah, I’m calling shenanigans here. I can’t believe they really think that I might put up with another girl in the house. We’ll see. I don’t know how long this so-called trial period is going to last, but I’ll update on the situation soon.
OH, something else… we’ve been going on walks every day and let me tell you… three neurotic Dachshunds on a walk make for hilarious frustration for Mom and Dad. PAYBACK.