Mr. End of an Age

It seems like yesterday that... no, I'm not thinking of when Bug was born and then pronounced incurably bad - and, no I'm not talking about when we thought Bug had been poisoned by a disillusioned follower - and, no I'm not refering to the time when we, like Frodo at the Crack of Doom, tried, considering only the greater good, to rid this world of evil ...I'm recalling to mind the day that Bug invented a device that would change the lives of biometrically identified Dachshunds everywhere.

Of course his dream (this was, in fact his second dream - his first born on the day Bug vowed never to work a day is his long little life) has come to a sad end. But why! Why did it have to end!

I can easily recall Bug's first day on the job - I remember it because it was a particularly cold day; I remember good times, bad times, even some wierd times; I remember Bug's first promotion, and I rember his rise to the top.

But why did it all come crashing down? I feel certain it was not a result of Bug's management style, nor his relationship management; definitely not his PR strategy, his crazy product ideas, or even his occassionl reclusive spells.

Though I think we'll have to leave it a mystery why Bug, in the end, had to pack it up, he'll remember the good times.

Mr. Not Everyone Can Always Get Their Way But I Can

Mr. Evil Eye

We arrive on this seemingly innocuous scene, greeted by two cheekily small lux-life animals. 


And then, seemingly out of nowhere, the short-legged long one turns on the fluffy white one: the evil long-eared one engages his demon laser eye to cause the tiny, fluffy-eared one to contort and writhe in horror at the merciless evil of the long dog.

Beware, owners of these long, short-haired, beady-eyed dogs. They might turn on you at any time.

Mr. Bad

Dear Bug-A-Day readers,

I write to you today to announce the potential end of Bug-A-Day. Yes, Bug has threatened to shutdown this site, "and all the rest of the websites on the Internet," unless I start writing more truthfully about Dachshunds and baby Dachshunds. Apparently word got around that I was occasionally alluding to the fact* that Bug is a bad Dachshund and was a bad baby Dachshund during his youth. Bug says his sources even reported hearing that he was mischievous and "devily".

Well, from now on i'll be posting only the truth about Dachshunds. You'll have to infer what you will from the pictures.



*no longer a fact

Mr. Sneaky Leap

Yes, this is another caught-only-on-camera look into the secret life of Bug, furtively darting here and there, when no one is watching. What's he doing? Surely he's not leaping at the food on that table there; he must have some greater mission... we'll never know.

Mr. No More Chores

Bug usually goes to work with Bates, but since she's been out of town, I've left him at home with a list of chores.

It's worked well, until this afternoon when Bug informed me that he didn't want to do anymore chores. He left delivered a missive to my desk in the form of a picture. Please see the message below.