Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Puppy Love

So many days I take these pups for granted. In so many ways they are a part of our family, and bring me joy when I need it most.

Cinnamon is our hound. She is protective, keeps watch in the house and yard. She can hear and smell things long before the rest of us. She will spend hours at the door of the pantry, scratching to be let in. When I am so annoyed I finally cave and open the door there will be one little half a dog crunchie laying on the floor under some bags in the back. She will do anything for food. She is the aggressive one. She loves to race out the door and run to the fence lines, barking at everyone and everything on the other side. She is a true dachshund - she spends thirty minutes each night burying herself into a little ball under blankets, pillows, clothes - whatever she can find to get under. She came into our home when we already had two other dogs. She doesn't really hang out with people, she likes dogs and cats much more. She loves my Dad - the only person she will seek out. Mostly she'll only snuggle if the blanket on my lap is the only alternative. She is so little compared to her friend Biscuit. She weighs a mere 11 pounds and thinks she's a 100 pound guard dog. She listens only when you are telling her where the food is or how to find a snugly spot. She's the leader of the pack.


Oh my sweet Biscuit. She is all smiles and giggles. She follows us around just to be with us. She is so simple in her needs. A small pet, a kind word and she is happy. Biscuit is the baby and will follow Cinnamon anywhere. She is so gentle with Cinnamon and Addy. She dances when she is happy and excited. Biscuit eats anything - and I don't mean food. She likes to just randomly eat anything she comes across outside. It is fascinating to watch, she'll just pick up a stick here, a pine needle there, a leaf over here. She loves meeting people and can't really contain her excitement. It takes her about 5 minutes to calm down enough to actually allow her freedom with guests. She wants to please and will obey almost every command - until she forgets in her excitement and charges the guest . . . again. She is the follower, she adores Cinnamon. Biscuit is our 55 pound, smiley, line-backer. She is our jolly girl.


Together they help complete our little family.