Mr. No More Barking

I sincerely hope that Bug does not read this blog, because I've got to let you in on something that he's still a little sensitive about. Over Easter, while at the Burnham's, we staged an intervention; for, our baby Dachshund has a little problem the very expensive Vet on Hudson Street has diagnosed as BarkingAllTheDamnTime syndrome.

Mr. Beach

There are many indications of extensive compatibility between baby-Dachshund and beach. Let us examine a few things the b-D enjoys at the beach.


1. Posing for pictures, while looking very small...



2. Waves may be fun, but we are not sure, as they are very dangerous for baby-Dachshunds...



2.5 Ach! He knew those waves would be wet and cold and scary and bad!



3. Walking on little rocks while looking small and cute...



4. Tasting strange beach animals...



5. Running! With ears!



6. Investigating suspicious activities...



7. More running!



8. Digging to unearth important discoveries...



9. Enjoying the sweet payoff of making important discoveries while digging... in this case, a rock...



9. Leaving the beach!

Mr. Baby Doppelganger

When Bug came into the world he was alone without anyone at all. I could tell you he had 4 brothers, 2 sisters, his father Tyranosaurus Rex, his mother Princess, and a loving family of Russian immigrants, but that would detract from the feelings of pity that I'm trying to create and that Bug would appreciate. Being so alone, it was a relief for Bug to find one friend, FauxDoxie, to show him around and teach this and that.

Mr. Ponder

I guess you suspected that baby Dachshunds don't have that much to think about. Think again. The baby Dachshund is one of the best thinkers on the planet. Bug has many thinks. Here he is contemplating what sorts of outfits he will dress his future pet kitty in.

Mr. Smiley

Bug, I don't know what you are doing, but that smile is just creepy.

Mr. AboutToBeEeeten

From an interview with Bug:

Yes, there are times, certainly, that my celebrity compromises my safety. ... I would have to [agree] that if one were to eat me, it would be wise to start at the head. It's rather small in comparison to the rest; it gets you started; oh, and it's got the ears, yes, they'd be delicious.

Mr. BabyBug

It is important to be able to recognize the baby-Dachshund in his natural habitat. It's all to common to be wandering through the wilds of soft blankets and furry burrows when without warning you're confronted face-to-face with a baby-Dachshund, long ears, short snout, ... and its too late.

Mr. J.Crew

Well, Bug sends his regards to those of you still stuck at your desk job. He's apparently retired from office-life and taken up modeling, among other challenges he would like to accomplish. As Bug often likes to muse, "impossible is nothing."

Mr. Mink

Bug likes to joke that he would make a great scarf or a nice pair of gloves. ... ... ... ... One day, Buggy; one day.

Mr. Smush Head

I thought it'd be helpful for all to know how Dachshunds navigate the city in cold weather. The Dachshund wraps himself in a warm blanket, loads himself into a canvas bag, smashes his periscope out the top of the bag, and calls out directions to his "carrier." The ears also help with navigation.