Mr. Taste Test

Our little Dachshund is a handsome chewer. He knows it too.



Sometimes he gets bored with the usual compressed rawhide bones...



Yesterday was just such an instance; I thought he might like to try something new...



Like a garlic clove...



... a little sniff...



... a taste ....



I'm sorry to report that the taste test ended somewhat tragically. I say somewhat because there was only one casualty, and luckily it was not me.

Mr. Glam Prop

Mr. AirTrain

Ever taken the AirTrain to Newark (EWR)? Even though by all appearances the trains require no driver, you probably had a little voice in the back of your head telling you, "there's something going on here... this train can't drive itself... AirTrain is hiding something, some small, long secret..." Well, you probably think I'm about to reveal that baby Dachshunds drive those trains. Are you serious? Have you lost your mind!? Have you even paused to think of the implications of baby Dachshunds driving the AirTrain?!? They'd never get anything done.

Mr. Delicious

I have a terrible, sinking feeling that this scene may unfold one day. I fear that some Great Evil, wrapped up in Fate, will force my hand: I'll have to hand Bug over to his doom to save the world. Or to defeat some greater Evil. Or at least to accomplish some very difficult task. Or maybe to get a reduction on my electricity bill this summer. Or at least to take a funny photo.



It's for the best, Bug.

Mr. Suntan

Any Dachshund will tell you: Dachshunds do not like to sunbathe; such trifling pursuits are left to cats. This is a lie. Please observe the Dachshund sunning his port side:



Annnd flip... sunning the starboard.



Thank you to the brave photographer who delivered these pics; catching the Dachshund in his lie is not a task for the faint of heart.

Mr. Come Hither

Bug! Stop that!

Mr. Make Me a Model

You may remember Bug's modeling debut (I told him he'd never succeed, that he didn't have the legs for modeling). Well, he's back in the game, but this time he doesn't want to be confused with the petty, superficial model crowd: he's now got a pithy political message.

As Bug's agent (for now - he's told me he's looking elsewhere because "I don't believe in him") I'll go ahead and try to promote his message.



You may be aware of a thing called Human Rights. When Human Rights were first discovered they comprised things like Life and Liberty; well, Human Rights have evolved somewhat as scientists have unearthed new rights, like Health Care and Vacation Days. Bug is promoting one of these new fundamental, intrinsic prerogatives: The right to baby Dachshunds. Every man, woman, and child deserves to have, along with Food, Shelter, and Vacation, the rewarding companionship of a baby Dachshund.



I'm not sure why no one thought of this before. After Bug mentioned it, it seemed so obvious. Seriously, do you know anyone that does not merit a baby Dachshund? Thank you.

Mr. Small and Hard to Notice

Since we are already aware of the Dachshund's keen senses, it's time to test yours. You are charged with finding the baby Dachshund in the following snaps.

Let's start with an easy one, a warm-up.



Yes, that's correct. The baby Dachshund has put himself inside the pillow. He has also covered the baby Dachshund nose.

Ok, we'll ramp up the challenge slowly; here is the next one:



Correct. We see the Dachshund has this time obscurred everything but the nose inside someone's hoodie.

Getting a little more difficult...


I think we're seeing a theme: the baby Dachsund can usually be found in warm burrows. Only the baby Dachshund foot is left out in the cold here. (A reminder to those of you who are newer to the Internets: you can click the picture for a larger version)

Alright, think you're warmed up? Find the baby...

That's right. He's helping Kim drive the Previa (the "Automobubble").

Getting a little more difficult here.


Yes, that is he, perched atop the stairs, there with his tiny Dachshund-head.

Alright, we'll move on to a more challenging locale: the New Jersey Transit train.


Yes, the baby Dachshund is doing who-knows-what on the NJT. Well done, everyone. Please report your scores as comments. Bug will review them at his leisure; for he is a baby-Dachshund of leisure.

Mr. Workplace Hero

It's important to take a moment, every once in a while, to recognize those around you in your office that truly make a difference. Thank them; regale them; and mantle them with office supplies.

Mr. Out-of-Office Auto-Reply

Hello,

I regret to inform you that I'll be out of the office for the next few hours. I'll be attending an important meeting.

Warm regards,
Bug


My dear client,

I am sorry, but I've left the office on urgent business; I will get back to you as soon as I am able.

Thank you for your understanding.
Bug


Dear prized relationship,

I'll be out of reach of my inbox and my phone for the rest of the afternoon. I'll address your valued communique as soon as I return from an urgent matter at hand.

Respectfully,
Bug

Mr. Tiny and Mad

Let's all just take a moment to put ourselves in the tiny, Italian leather shoes of the baby Dachshund. It can tough going.

Mr. Indignant

I'd like to illustrate the pose bug strikes in the dog park when he is so disquietingly barked at.
It really disturbs his composure, and his indignation is apparent.
Please do not bark at Bug. It's upsetting.

Mr. Morning After

Bug, I had no idea you and Elderberry were such friends!!

Mr. Bug and The Bugkeeper

Baby Dachshunds are devilly and conniving. Once you've got hold of them, you don't let them go.