The "What is your dog crossed with?" question

Or "what kind of dog is he/she?"

[Taken from Wilson's twitter]

Because Wilson is a long haired dachshund I seem to get this question a lot. They all think he is cute and they sometimes know that he must have dachshund in him but because of the long fur they are thrown off. Which is completely ok, I know I do it a lot with other breeds of dogs that I don't know much about.

Its the people that fight with you about it that kinda peeve me off, but more about that later.

This kind of question happens often to me at the dog parks or when out for walkies. I always know its coming when I see that confused look cross their face. I usually stand there and let them ask, I mean they are standing as my little terror barks like crazy at them. (because i love dogs and dog people) I always answer with a smile and chuckle even on a bad day.

Now I understand why the few people with wirehair dachshunds were always so excited when I'm like "OOMMG WIRE HAIR DOXIE <3~~"

....

You don't see the wire hairs all that often in Alberta so its a special treat. But anyways.

So I was at Petsmart looking for healthy dog treats and some lady walks up to Wilson. I sure didn't see her (I do try to keep an eye out to make sure I'm aware where strangers, other pets and little kids are in adjacent to my pup like a good owner. But I'm human) and Wilson didn't notice her either untill she had reached down to pet him. In good old Wilson-dachshund fashion he flipped. Flipped meaning backing up, fur spiked, barking his sweet head off. May I also mention he has a loud and deep bark? Even when I'm used to it sometimes I'm still shocked. I almost jumped out of my socks; and clearly this lady felt the same. And here's the kicker. She GIVES ME the stink eye. As if its MY fault that she thought it was a good idea to try and touch my dog without asking(extremely impolite), scare my dog by sneaking up to him as he is trying to sniff out yummy treats and invaid my dog's personal space. Most dog owners ask, most adults don't sneak up on a dog. It's impolite.

I said sorry to her anyways, and got back to what I was doing. This distracts Wilson enough that he stops barking. (oh food, the power you hold). She sticks around and then asks me the normal question.

Me: Oh, he's not crossed with anything! He's a long haired Dachshund.

Woman: I know he is a dachshund, but do you know what else he is crossed with?

Me: He's not a cross -

Woman:(rudely cuts in) Yes he is, he's clearly a mutt.

Me: Uhh, no. He's a long haired -

Woman: I've had dachshunds before, they only have short hair. If you don't know, then you don't know. There's no point in lying about him. (sniffs and then walks off)

Huh?
She didn't even let me go into my speel about the three different types of dachshund coats.

And she called Wilson a mutt. Very rude! She even made the word mutt sound like a bad thing. Mutts are cute!

Mutt also means that the parenthood is completely unknown.

Silly woman.

I know that another great blogger that has had something like this happen with her long haired doxie - Alven. This is the link to the post here for those interested in reading what happened to another long hair dachshund owner.

Tehehe, sorry. Done my rant and feel ten times better!

Anipal Photo Hunt #12: All Souls' Day

This weeks Photo Hunt is based on those loved ones that have past on...And there was one special cat that I have to mention. Warning: I do plan on telling Oryan story, both the good and the sad. If you do not wish to read then that's very understandable. Please feel free to scroll to the blog hop link and check out other blogs.

This is Sir CatsALot(left) and Oyran(right). Currently Sir CatsAlot lives with a lovely old lady that spoils him rotten. This photo is shared because of Oryan who passed away when I was in the last year of high school.

I am very sad that I only have about 5 pictures of him, cause you see I had him in the time where digital cameras were not affordable for a young teenager.

Even though this is supposed to be a happy time and post, I still can not help but feel extremely sad. But glad that we could love each other so much. I have never connected with an animal the same way as I did with Oryan, as my mom often says "You two were soul mates" I couldn't go anywhere without him trailing along, even when doing the dishes he would sit on top of the fridge, watching and waiting for me to be done. He was most content when he was in physical contact with me, and would greet me at the door like a dog would. This doesn't mean that I do not love Wilson or Mindy, but there is different kinds of love. And Oryan was at a different level then them. Sorry my babies =)

I was in grade 5 when mom decided to get a kitten. She wanted a black and white kitten but I had my heart set on a ginger tabby. Of course she told me that gingers where ugly so that was out. Turns out that this little family run pet store (Mom was against large corporate pet stores at that time) by our house had a b & w kitten. She bundled us kids up and headed over to look at the cat. Now all I really remember was walking by the kennels and stopping in-front of one, bending down and watched a ginger tabby look up, unroll himself and come charging over and attempt to run his face through the glass at me. I was memorized. I don't even remember my mom looking at the other kitten, or the store keeper (seeing me) start telling mom the ginger kittens story and her saying she might as well take a look at the ginger too.
It was instant love my friends. Mom says that as soon as I had that cat in my arms she gave a sigh of defeat and took him home, much to the extreme glee of a small child.

The story that the stores clerk told my mother was this; how a little girl had found Oryan outside and couldn't keep him. Wanting to give him a good home and not let him back on the street she had asked the store clerk if he could find a home for the ginger fluff ball. Oryan happened to be a large kitten and the store clerk thought he must be around 4-6 months old. To old for most people to want a cat. He promised the girl he would try, but he could only keep him for a few days till the store owner got back. No one showed interest in him, they all wanted the black and white kittens siblings. It just so happened that we showed up a few hours before the local humane society said they would drop by and pick him up.

He was a huge cat, just shy of 20 pounds, loved pickles (no really, they were his kitty crack. I couldn't even touch a pickle jar without him right there looking at me) and had a large amount of health problems. I still wish he was here, he would have shown Wilson and Mindy a thing or two. Unfortunately one night I hear him meowing and called him over. He didn't show up so I went searching and found him trying to drag himself over to me. His back legs where cold and he was in pain. We took him to the emergency vet where they told us that his heart(he had an enlarge heart) wasn't beating strong enough and blood had clotted in one of the chambers. One of those clots broke away and became stuck in one of his blood veins, blocking the blood to his lower half of his body. He was in incredible pain. We could of gave him blood thinners, but the vet said that it might make things worse. We could of sent him into sugary, but the success rate of this surgery was 50% successful and recovery was painful. But this kind of this would happen again after, and there was no guarantee if the next clot would go to his brain or somewhere else causing him extreme pain again. I couldn't let that happen and so my sweet Oryan was put down.

I still have his ashes, I can't part with them. I got a necklace made that has some of his ashes enclosed in a metal heart shape so I could take him with me everywhere. He's been to England and Mexico, this cat had traveled more then most animals. Most pictures of me shows me wearing him, I still wear this necklace to this day. Some people think that the necklace is disgusting.

So let me be clear.

I. Don't. Care.

Animal lovers generally understand, and he's always with me.

That's what matters.

Happy Side Note: Mom now finds gingers very very handsome.

The tale of Wilson and the cookie.

Whats that? Smells good.....Real good......Funny shape though mum.

I'm ok with the shape, it smells really good. Can I...? Possibly....Mayhaps.....No, never mind...

But it does look good..and you haven't fed me enough today...
Can I has the cookie?

Oh boy! She gave me the cookie!! Now I'm going to walk around the house, holding it till it gets nice and wet with my saliva!

Look at me! I look so cute with the teddy bear shape cookie in my mouth! And then BAM! Bam being the sound effect of my little heart when mummy gives you a gift and then I can't find the gift....

Personally I still think the thing in the basement stole it...But wait! Sharkie was keeping it safe under his flipper! Good boy Sharkie, now sit, staaaayyy. Yes! Good boooy, he did a trick!

Now I'm going to go and share it with Sharkie! Later days!

-munch munch-