4/52 Pucker up Buttercup

Wally will  be visiting Dr. Oba (vet) tomorrow!  Finally!  I made the time to get him in.   I told him that she always gets down to Spots level and lets him kiss her, but he never does.   I think Spots only licked me once....my leg...and that was because I dropped sauce on it.  Wally's different, he LOVES to lick your face.  When I'm sitting in my chair, he jumps up on my lap and POUNCES on my chest with his two front paws and practically holds me down, trying to lick my face.  He's a bit pushy...and no matter how hard I try to get away he always gets in there.  It cracks me up, and I laugh until my stomach hurts when he does that....because really, who's bigger here?  In the end, I end up feeling like I'm dealing with an over-romanticized Don Juan. 

I'm curious to see what Dr. Oba says tomorrow about Wally...about how old she think he is...if she thinks his ears will ever flop forward or if they'll stay looking like tacos.  Wish him luck, I'm sure it will be quick and painless.

I love having this blog for a couple of reasons... One, I can post photos here that I normally wouldn't post on Flickr.  This one is blurry, but I love the long drool of water.  Wally has a bit of a drinking problem.  I think his nose dips in the water and he breathes it in and starts choking.   I wonder if this is a Wally problem or a Dachshund problem?    Any feedback would be appreciated. 

Where I used to live...

This is Wally's old fence of where he used to live.  It's falling over now...but it wasn't that hard for him to get out.  It was just a matter of him wanting to and he finally did.  It's proven that he can break out of almost anything.  He's gotten out of two collars since we've had him and has run off on us 2 times, making us run after him full speed trying to catch him.  It's like trying to catch a baby pig...he moves quick!  I have to keep my screen door latched now, something I never used to have to do...but he will bolt out if he sees something he wants.  Plus, he's super protective, so even though Spot is cool outside unleashed with no fence holding him back, Wally is the one who will go after the mailman.

A neighbor from four houses down was walking by earlier this week.  I never noticed him walking his dogs before, even though I've always heard them bark when I pass by. He has a Dachshund and a Chihuahua, and when Wally saw the female version of him, he bolted and wanted to make a good impression.  When my neighbor  saw Wally run toward him with his goofy ears back, he smiled and said, "Heyyyy!  I know you!"  He looked at me with relief and asked, "Is that the dog from the corner??   I'm so glad he's with you!  I was sad because I didn't know what happened to him!"  He went on to tell me that he felt really bad for him too but that he already had his hands full with his dogs.  Another couple down the street, also dog owners recognized Wally and expressed their gratitude toward us for taking him in.  "He's such a sweet boy... but it's hard when you already have two.  I'm happy you were able to take him, he's a lucky boy and has a good home now."  That really made me feel good, because even though I know in my heart I did a  good thing, I can't help but think what the neighbors say. 

Like a lil baby

Every time we see him like this, every time he curls up next to us for warmth and makes little baby noises, we ask ourselves how anyone could leave him out in the rain and cold.

 He loves being held like a baby and he presses his head up against your chest.  He steals kisses whenever he can  and now that he's potty trained, can actually hold his bladder longer than I can!  Again...how? I feel bad making him go outside on a cold morning to go tinkle, and as soon as he goes, he can't wait to get back inside and under his blanket.

Someone's obviously very in love with Wally :) 
I worked all day, but Wally got to go fishing with Scott and made a pretty good fishing buddy.  He was tethered to Scott the whole time and patiently sat there while Scott fished.  He also said Wally caught himself a fish!  Well, actually....Scott caught a fish and he had the fish hooked, but in the water, taking a picture of it and that's when Wally reached in and grabbed it.  :)  How cute is that?  I told him he should have taken a picture of that, but he dropped his camera to go help the fish and safely release it back.

 

I set up a little donation fund for Wally.  He came at a time that financially isn't really the greatest for us.  If I would have come home from the pet store and said to Scott, "Hey, look what I got us!  I got us a puppy!"  He'd make me take it right back.  First he'd ask me if I was crazy and if I forgot we already have a dog,  and THEN he'd make me take him back.  But because Wally was in such a neglected situation, we talked extensively about what to do and decided to save him ourselves.  I've spent a small fortune already and appreciate what little you can give since he still needs so much, like (covers Wally's ears) neutering and shots.