And now for something completely different

~ Patrick O'Grady
“Yeah, I’m wearing clothes. So what? So are you.”

After the events of the past few days I’m thinking we can all use a photo of a Shih Tzu wearing her poofy winter duds.

7 thoughts on “And now for something completely different”

    1. I was on the old DBR ti’, the 26-inch hardtail, bounding down this nothing of a trail toward Lomas, when I saw the little dickens and her person. I knew Herself would never forgive me if I let the opportunity pass so I stopped and asked if I could take a quick snap.

      Herself is a fan of the purse dogs, having owned a Lhasa Apso named Cookie and of course, Mister Boo. And I’ll confess, they’re growing on me.

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    2. Warning Will Robinson! Danger, danger!

      On the other hand, the 12 pound Duffinator has been a joy for almost 11 years. A poodle mix, Duffy is also West Highland Terrier perhaps with a dash of Maltese, seems to be a good combo. We have the grooming every 6 weeks or so, but no shedding. And, he is smarter than me, but he eats less. Terriers and cats sometimes clash; Mia tolerated The Boo, so that should be OK.

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    3. El Duffo is a fine figure of a dog, to be sure. One of my brothers-in-law is bonding with a dachshund as we speak. Those are interesting critters, especially if you read a lot of E.B. White:

      “There is a book out called Dog Training Made Easy, and it was sent to me the other day by the publisher, who rightly guessed that it would catch my eye. I like to read books on dog training. Being the owner of dachshunds, to me a book on dog discipline becomes a volume of inspired humor. Every sentence is a riot. Some day, if I ever get a chance, I shall write a book, or warning, on the character and temperament of the Dachshund and why he can’t be trained and shouldn’t be. I would rather train a striped zebra to balance an Indian club than induce a dachshund to heed my slightest command. For a number of years past I have been agreeably encumbered by a very large and dissolute dachshund named Fred. Of all the dogs whom I have served I’ve never known one who understood so much of what I say or held it in such deep contempt. When I address Fred I never have to raise either my voice or my hopes. He even disobeys me when I instruct him in something that he wants to do. And when I answer his peremptory scratch at the door and hold the door open for him to walk through, he stops in the middle and lights a cigarette, just to hold me up.”
      —E.B. White, “Dog Training,” from “One Man’s Meat.”

      Darren and Hank

      Darren and Hank. Photo | Beth Morgan

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