Clyde's Blue Blanky

The other day, I was in my room getting my clothes ready for the next adventure at school. Clyde was on the big, fluffy, purple chair I have in my room. His small crate that he sleeps in has his be, a pillow of mine, and an airplane blanket. He got up , pulled the blanket out of the crate with his teeth, and dragged it over to the chair where he sat back down and cuddled. This may not seem funny, but imagine a small Dachsund, acting as if I weren't there, pulling a blanket hanging out of his mouth about three feet behind him. If you saw what I saw, it was pretty funny. Clyde is building up what we know as his personality more and more. A shout out to all my friends at school who have been visiting scince I spread the word: Thank you so much! If you like it and have an email then fo ahead and subscribe. Thanks a lot for visiting and if you have been around Clyde and know I forgot a story, then just tell me. Bye!

My Shredded Welcome

Today was my second day of school, a.k.a., Clyde's second day of being alone for seven hours. When I got home he was bouncing around and crying like usuall, but he also had a little surprise for me. Near our front door, (and his crate) we have a mat to leave our shoes on, a bit of to the side. It is small, and not the most important thing, but still, it served the purpose. Well this afternoon, it was half way pulled into Clyde's crate. He had taken off rubber bands wound around the braided tassels and left them in his crate. One edge was starting to be unraveled, and one edge had a piece  ripped off along with it being shredded. Note to Self: Keep things away from Clyde's crate.

Clyde's Geocaching Adventures

The last few days before school started today we took Clyde along when we participated in a worldwide internet scavenger hunt. (For more information, go to http://www.geocaching.com/.) My dad and I took him the first time we went. We were in the Woodbury Cemetery to find the first of a four cache series. He walked with us along the way until the find. The second time he had to stay home because we took the bikes to ride while we looked, and he doesn't have one. The next day we took him with us to Fairfield Hills along with my two cousins. He was living the life. We had to walk through some prickers and I carried him through that and the woods so their was no chance of him getting hurt. Then my dad and I took turns holding the leash so we could solve hints and use the GPS. And today he got his first taste of staying home from 7-2:30. Have fun Clyde!

Clyde's Geocaching Adventures

The last few days before school started today we took Clyde along when we participated in a worldwide internet scavenger hunt. (For more information, go to http://www.geocaching.com/.) My dad and I took him the first time we went. We were in the Woodbury Cemetery to find the first of a four cache series. He walked with us along the way until the find. The second time he had to stay home because we took the bikes to ride while we looked, and he doesn't have one. The next day we took him with us to Fairfield Hills along with my two cousins. He was living the life. We had to walk through some prickers and I carried him through that and the woods so their was no chance of him getting hurt. Then my dad and I took turns holding the leash so we could solve hints and use the GPS. And today he got his first taste of staying home from 7-2:30. Have fun Clyde!

Clyde's Day

Clyde was being a picky eater this morning. We feed him hard dog food and chicken with gravy. He picked up a piece of hard food, sucked off the gravy, and put it on top of his tennis ball. It was not stirred to perfection, I apologize!

Clyde Is Finally Home

Clyde has just finished expierencing the whole 'family in North Carolina together' adventure. First, my mom and I drive with him to York, Pennslyvania and stay the night. Then we continue on to North Carolina where we spend four days alone at the second house owned by my grandparents. We stay up late Monday night until my two cousins, (both rowdy boys after a sixteen hour car ride with lots of traffic, Ages 8 and 11) and their mom arrive. It stays that way for a week and he has adventures on the beach, and fun with foxes. Next, my grandparents join us with their dog Buddy, who is more than twice Clyde's size and an avid sniffer. During that week, my mom and I take our second trip to Wilmington, a gorgeous town in NC, and Clyde stays with everyone else, in his crate, but not for long, they let him out thinking it is time for a walk, but he won't let anyone near him to put on the leash. He did however do his buisness- during his quick laps around the house. Ew! When we got back we had a syrprise for Clyde- a blue muscle shirt that had spoiled written on it in script. Later that week my dad came down, and Clyde was experiencing what it is like to live with four adults, ( my aunt had left, two were my parents and two were my grandparents), Buddy, two boys, and me. After my dad got their, my mom and dad brought Alex, the older boy, to see the Battleship North Carolina. That day, Adam, the younger one, and I set up a Clydr photo shoot. Inside, we used sheets and bedspreads for backdrops. We took some with his shirt and some without. We dressed him in Adam's camo army jacket and hat to take some pics. Thrn we took some with us in them, with his toys, surrounded by all the props, under the bed, and asleep. Then we took him outside and I ran him to get him looking cheerful. Adam got some action shots, and some cute ones of the two of us. We took a few more inside after that, so be on the lookout for new pictures of Clyde. A couple days after, we left. The boys, grandma, grandpa, and Buddy in the truck, my dad and I in our car. Clyde stayed with my mom, and that day he rab away. Just the two of us went back and he returned that night. We left again and Clyde stayed a week with my mom ehile I was at camp. Now we are all home and Clyde has warmed up and likes to play. He comes when called to not just me, he'll play and walk away from me towards my mom and dad, and his tail is up more.

Clyde the Housekeeper

Another guest post from mom:

Clyde's taken on a new job. He pats down the lumps in the bed for me as I do my (not so level) best to smooth the thing out in the morning. I am using mom and dad's king-sized bed, so as I walk the half mile to one side to smooth and tuck, he jumps to a quadrant on the other side and pats down whatever is sticking up. He manages all four corners by the time I am done. I need his help--and I think he knows it.

Clyde is also doing well with "stay." In fact, he is taking it to the limit. Yesterday, when I got up from the lounge chair on the deck to go inside and get my camera, I called him to come with me. He must have been pleased with himself for staying so well because he picked up his head and looked at me as if to say, "Seriously? What do you need in there?" His ears were tangled in that canine bed-headed way of his, and it was hilarious.