In for a penny, out from the pound

31 01 2012

My wife hates dogs.

I hate cats.

So we had hamsters for many years.

Actually I had hamsters even before I met my wife. (It’s OK, it’s not at all like having crabs.) I liked the idea of caring for some living thing as a recent ex-student. A bit like a dry run for parenthood. But cheaper. I used to feed my first hamster (nominally vegetarian, naturally seed-eating, you understand) on salami. It had a lovely shiny coat. Against my fervent protestations, a friend once tried to stroke it through the bars of the cage. He was fine after the stitches healed. Some people just don’t listen. I think that one was called Smudge. “Fang” was just a pet name, really.

Anyway, content that (teenagers aside), the house would never have anything furry in it larger than the aforementioned hamsters, I was a little perturbed when my wife suddenly declared we now owned a dog. Turns out she’d been swayed from her anti-canine position by the “ahhh” factor of miniature dachshunds (which, incidentally are statistically the most aggressive dog there is… even worse than rottweilers!), examples of which she’d seen when collecting the offspring from school.

Wikipedia: Regular & Miniature Dachshund

Wikipedia: Regular & Miniature Dachshund

Having seen that the West Vancouver SPCA had dachshunds in need of adoption, she’d gone there to offer succour. Naturally, by the time the advert had hit the Internet, the dogs were long gone, but this fluff-ball was still in need of a loving home:

Spike

Spike

Sadly she ended up with us instead, but a couple of years on she seems happy enough. She’s half terrier (hunter – ear down) and half corgi (herder – ear up), so she’s as psychotic as the rest of the family, and fits pretty well. They say dogs look like their owners, but it’s been a long time since I had that much hair. The eyebrows though… maybe (though I can’t yet comb mine back over my ears!)

She’s very cock-sure of herself, likes you to know who’s boss and claims her eyes are green, but if you tickle her under the chin, she rolls over like a woman of negotiable affection (to quote Terry Pratchett) and delights in exposing her belly to be rubbed. Wouldn’t we all…?


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1 02 2012
misfits' miscellany

More German sausage (dog)!

1 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

And so it begins…

1 02 2012
misfits' miscellany

¿Qué?

1 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

Oh don’t play the innocent, Manuel! :P

1 02 2012
misfits' miscellany

I see you read BOY & GIRL, so I can’t really play the innocent, not moi.

1 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

No, not toi.

1 02 2012
kathryningrid

Do *not* volunteer as a caseworker for the adoption agency if you’re not interested in having a baby! Fortunately, it looks like this one adopted you pretty smoothly!

1 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

So I could have said “no”?!
Now you tell me…

1 02 2012
kianys

Ahhh – on to the next I see ;)

Cute puppy. Ever heard of a pet that didn’t find its respective owner through the heartbreak cute factor? I guess that’s why insects are not commonly high in demand (well I guess unless you think 8 or more long, skinny utterly hairy legs are cute, but than you are on your own on this one ;) )

1 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

You keep 4 marathon runners as pets?! Girl, you are one weird German… ;)

1 02 2012
kianys

This (almost) made me snort coffee from my nose, which I guess I should add isn’t the usual fashion – not even for Germans ;)

1 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

I’ll assume that was in amusement… and not because you’ve been found out!

1 02 2012
misfits' miscellany

Isn’t “weird German” a tautology. Sorry, kianys. I have family in Mainz, so I feel I’m part indian.

1 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

Sorry, I meant “wired”.
No – not really. I lied.

2 02 2012
kianys

I’ll take weird German over military intelligence any day ;)

2 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

Oh, the old ones are the best…
I think that one is hand-tooled, it’s that antique!

2 02 2012
misfits' miscellany

Except, “military intelligence” is not a tautology, not in the derisive way, it’s an oxymoron. If “military intelligence” is considered tautological, then it’s a compliment.

I’m sure there’s a teutological joke in there somewhere, for those who want to mine to Middle Earth.

2 02 2012
kianys

Yeah – you are right – chalk it up to lack of whatever is fitting enough to get the both of them confused ;)

2 02 2012
Quieter Elephant

Snorting coffee?

2 02 2012
misfits' miscellany

You’re beginning to sound nasally retentive.

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